Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."

From it, she withdrew a long object wrapped in black velvet and bound with silver thread. “I swore never to show this to anyone,” Myra said. “But the fire has risen. And your blood is no longer silent.” Racheal stood. “What is it?” Myra untied the threads slowly, reverently. Inside was a blade unlike any Racheal had ever seen. Forged of obsidian and moonstone, it shimmered between shadow and light. Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive.

Rebecca I was given a blade by the witches. Obsidian was used to make it. Power shot through me like wildfire as my fingers wrapped around it. Somewhere behind me, I heard the leader's voice. "You learned to keep back from the wolves" to control your instincts. to shrink yourself. But here, you'll learn to let go," she said, pausing. I wanted to hit her in the face with the sword. However, I halted when I saw my reflection in the blade. I appeared forceful, resolute, and strong. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

He casually flicked his wrist, and out of nothing in his hand materialized a long, thin blade of ebon crystal. "Ignorant tribesmen. Then, by continuing this pointless rebellion, you have chosen to be forgotten." He raised that dagger made of obsidian, allowing it to gleam menacingly in the dim light. "Very well, let the lamentations commence!" Callum's last scornful words were barely out of his mouth when he slashed the blade in a vicious circle toward Jenna's bare skin. However, the shining edge was never quite in line.

We cleared the room of all none essentials, cleared the tables too, and all furniture that could be in the way, in case of an attack, or anything that could go wrong. I had a ceremonial obsidian knife that I lend the Hellhound. “Break it and I’ll be really pissed,” I told him. It was a genuine article, really hard to find, historical, and it had been used in magic ceremonies for centuries by all sorts of wizards. The kind of magic it had absorbed throughout its existence was significant. It could give him an edge if the Other attacked. Giving him a chance to do something. That simple gesture seemed to have made a big difference with him.

She gasps at the sight, afraid of the temperamental hero before her. It's only when everyone falls silent that Grey and Greg finally realize what's going on. They're both quick to yank Lan off of Oliver before he can do any real damage. It takes four of them to keep Landon back from Oliver. I smirk, completely satisfied with the outcome. I've never been more grateful to know Landon than I am right now. He's brought me some kind of revenge, a revenge that I could never go through with, and for that, he may as well be a hero.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

Aziz’s POV The obsidian veil opened and I moved through it. The obsidian dimension is a place humans cannot see, a seam between good and evil, where no light can shine to reveal our shadows. Humans can’t detect it. For me it is a road I run so often my feet remember the stones. Tonight I used it like a blade. Demon speed folds distance into a blink and turns the world into a blur of colors. My thoughts raced faster than my feet. White fur. White. How?