Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

We were adults, and we'd seen and experienced plenty of stuff. She had a point, but I still found the thought of being a voyeur repulsive. "Think about it, Kiara. They're paying thirty hundred a month. We need the money, and you know how crazy the rich can be about fetishes. Just ignore it. Not like you can see them anyway." Laura managed to convince me, but I decided to put more thought into it. After all, I was a lady, and I was blind. This job could be more hazardous than I thought. Maybe it was just me, but I thought doing this behind my boyfriend's back was wrong.

"What do you require from the forge today?" "I need lightweight obsidian blades," I said, walking over to the metal racks and pointing directly to a sheet of dark, refined glass-metal resting near the back. "Forge two light daggers tailored specifically for a human fighter's smaller hand. Design them for maximum speed, sharp leverage, and close-quarters defense." "Obsidian is a dangerously brittle and difficult material to balance for a non-shifter, my Lord," the blacksmith noted, examining the dark sheet carefully. "However, if I temper it with silver alloy, I can make them absolute perfection for her."

A stunning work of artistry, meticulously crafted from the darkest obsidian. “May I?” I ask as I gesture towards it. “Of course.” “Thanks,” I say as I pick it up to examine it closely. Its blade is as sharp as the bite of a winter frost, tapering gracefully to a fine point. Each edge is polished to a mirror like finish, reflecting the face on its surface with a pristine clarity.

For the Ebony Panther King was already on his way here. “Wing Augmented Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” Mane swung the sword with all his strength. The stone sword hummed strongly, glowing with a beautiful green light. The winds of change mingled happily with destructive lightning and created a greater output of power than either was capable of individually. For a second it looked like it was going to break. But it stood firm, handling the destructive energy of the Bloodied Blade technique before handing it over to something else – the crystal clad abdomen of the White Fox.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Searchlights sweeping a treeline I didn't recognize. [Location Tag: Apex Base, 62% Complete.] LUS supplied, unbothered, the way it supplied everything now, like I should already know the address to a place I'd never set foot in. [Equipment Detected: Abyssal Great Blade.] [Equipment Detected: Void Stitched Leather. Passive Bonus: +40 Agility.] The weight on my back wasn't the bread knife anymore. It was five feet of obsidian steel, drinking the sunlight instead of reflecting it. The leather moved with me like liquid, the buff settling into my bones like something I'd always owned and only just remembered.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

“When you're done measuring up, I suggest you come and take a look at this.” “No measuring needed; we all know who the real man is, don’t we, Axel.” Shaking my head at my grandfather’s immature comment, I walked over to where Hector stood with his nose in a book. “Take a look.” Following where his finger pointed, I read the description. “Obsidian Blade. What is it?” I had never heard of it, though I hadn’t heard of half the stuff in this room. “A handcrafted sword made by Hephaestus himself.”

This serves a secondary purpose of purifying the energy that's constantly being attracted and stored by the energy core. The blade was made from Obsidian diamond, there were countless tiny grooves and endless runes etched into the body of the swords. There were no magic circles on the sword but the grooves were designed in such a way that the mana will flow through it and activate the correct runes in the correct sequence to cast the correct spell when needed and works with the same principle as the magic circles.