Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

In his hands, he held a shorter blade that he offered to Aria handle-first. "Basic silver alloy with moonstone inlay," he explained. "Not powerful enough to significantly enhance your abilities, but sufficient to provide a focus for channeling energy if you need it. And sharp enough to do physical damage if mystical attacks prove insufficient. Can you use a blade, or do I need to assign someone to guard you specifically?"

Jack looked up through the glass skylight of the atrium. Descending slowly through the storm, ignoring the wind, was a monstrosity. It was twice the size of the others, carved from black obsidian—volcanic glass. Its wingspan was thirty feet wide. And its body was covered in glowing purple sigils that drank the energy of the Aegis cannons. "Obsidian," Jack cursed. "Volcanic glass doesn't have a crystalline grain structure like granite. The resonance won't shatter it." "It's diving!" Marcus yelled.

His unwavering gaze sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. "And of course," I continued, my voice dipping lower, more intimate, "this is only the third time we have arranged the Obsidian Suite." The mention of it sent a ripple of excitement through the room. The nervous woman at the front straightened, her eyes widening with interest. "The Obsidian Suite offers something... different." I traced my finger along the edge of the podium. "Book it, and our proprietary algorithm will match you with your perfect partner from within our network. You'll have no idea who they are until you meet them in the suite itself. The environment adapts to your combined preferences, creating something entirely

Her bare hands rested flat against his ribs, her skin humming with a warm, golden afterglow. Slowly, carefully, trying not to disturb him, Vespera shifted her left arm. Her fingers reached down to the floor beside the bed, searching through the torn silk of her ruined dress until her bare tips brushed against something cold, hard, and smooth. She pulled the obsidian needle from the fabric. She lifted the glass blade into the faint amber light of the dying hearth. The narrow needle gleamed quietly, a weapon designed to channel Void magic directly into a magician's heart to cause instant, unhealable cardiac arrest.

My instincts told me that it was something that I had been dreaming of my whole life so I took it without even asking her what it was. I hurriedly unwrapped it, and a pitch-black, glass-like sheath greeted me, with a dark, volcanic stone carved for a firm grip. My eyes came off while my jaw almost dropped to the floor. “Is… is this a sword?” I stuttered incredulously, eyes nailed to the object that was coldly laying on my palm. “Yes. It's called Obsidian Blade.” My eyes snapped back at her, “I thought silver weapons are not allowed in the house because it will burn our skin.”

The bandages came off at eight in the morning. Dr. Anand held a light in front of my right eye. I saw it. Then she moved her hand across my field of vision. I saw that too. The outline was blurred around the edges, but it was there. Real. Daniel cried. I sat very still and let it settle. Partial vision. Right eye. More than the conservative estimate. Dr. Anand walked me through what that meant. Light sensitivity. Limited range. No fine detail yet. An adjustment period of several weeks at minimum.

No Alpha could bestow this. No mate could earn it. It came only from the flame, and from the legacy that refused to be silenced. Mama Oya stepped forward and drew something from beneath her cloak. A blade. It wasn’t steel. It looked like obsidian, carved from volcanic glass. The edge shimmered red and orange like it was pulled from lava. “This blade was made from the last forge of Hollow Moon,” she said. “Carried by your father into exile. It was never used. It waited for this.”