Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

I whispered, kneeling by the river and trailing my fingers along the water's surface. “ You just couldn’t stay dead, could you?” I opened my satchel and pulled out the obsidian dagger. Hand-forged, energy-conductive and lethal even to immortals. The blade gleamed under the moonlight. This wasn’t for stabbing. Not yet. If I stab her, she’s not here for me to eat.

“The prophecy was never meant to allow both paths. The pact was broken long before you ever touched her soul. And now the magic bleeds.” I stared at them all, heart hammering. “There has to be another way.” “There is. But it demands blood.” Of course it did. They extended a skeletal hand, conjuring a small platform of starlight. Upon it lay a blade I had only heard of in whispered legends—the Moonshard Blade. A curved weapon made entirely from obsidian crystal, yet pulsing like it was alive. Veins of silver light moved across its edges like breath. I didn’t touch it.

A middle aged man with pure black eyes that could tear through a soul. "Who has it?" Grey asked. His long history with demons, one long reoccurring lesson on never trusting a demon. He needs the Obsidian blade, the only weapon capable of killing a god. "The sword has a new guardian, they knew you would come for it!" His voice didn't shake, solid and cold like look on his face. "If indeed it was moved then you knew I would be here. I hope for your sake you prepared enough!" Grey brought a hand out of his pocket.

“But here’s what we know. First, this...” He picked up a long, obsidian dagger, it was darker than the night itself. The surface shimmered with faint dark veins that pulsed like a heartbeat. It was eerie. It was the weapon I had seen the day of the attack. The blade seemed to absorb the light around it, casting an unnatural shadow on the once lit part.

Kael shielded me with his body as the magic spun. And then, from the center of the relic chamber, a voice whispered— “The Luna’s Blade must return.” The light faded. And on a pedestal in the heart of the room, something floated. A sword. Unlike anything I’d ever seen. Its hilt wrapped in leather that shimmered like starfire, its blade forged of obsidian and moonlight fused. It pulsed like a living heart. Solen stepped forward, awe thick in his voice. “The Blade of Veyra. Lost for centuries. Forged in the tears of the Moon Goddess herself.”

One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke. I unwrapped it slowly, fingers brushing the hilt as it was etched. The metal deep crimson-black, with dark veins of Obsidian magic crawling just under the surface. The reflection of my own bloodline. Thornveil in root. Umbraen in finish. Something darker below. Something old. I didn’t hesitate. With a flick of my wrist, the blade ran across my palm, and I let the blood drip down the flat of the steel. I spoke the trace command. It should’ve flared as it was supposed to, controlled. Familiar.

I only remembered passing out, but I can't remember why. "FUCK, KELLY!! SHE'S GONE!!" someone screamed. I jumped out of my hiding spot, surprised. BAD CHOICE. Not one second after I was out in the open, a blade was thrown my way. My reflex kicked in at the last second and I dodged to the left. The blade went right in front of my face. "Holy shi- KAT! Oh my god, are you okay?! That is NOT funny. I could've killed you! What were you thinking?!"

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

"The skates?" "Everything," Cass said, his voice rising in a frantic, jagged rhythm. "I was at the Navarro Memorial Stadium. I had my bag. Two sets of sharpened blades, my custom padded sweater, my gloves. When I saw Brandon in the locker complex with Natalie... I just dropped the bag. I ran. When I went back with my father to grab my life, the gear was gone." Cass's face twisted. "I think that bastard melted my blades." Luke didn't move for a heartbeat. Then, his jaw worked as he spoke. "Were they the high-carbon steel ones?"