Obsidian Books Novels & Stories

children he had seen in the London slums—the ones Arthur had designated as "Trash." The gold walls of the Sovereign-Prime began to groan. The liquid obsidian in the pipes started to boil. Arthur’s marble skin cracked, revealing a core of glowing, orange data. "Error," the ship’s AI whispered. "Emotional overflow. Symmetry compromised." The Obsidian Infection: Meilin’s Gamble Back in the valley, the liquid obsidian reached the moonstone flower. But it didn't consume it. The Ghost-Meilin stepped out of the petals, her silver form expanding until she was ten feet tall. She didn't fight the obsidian; she Infected it. She poured her "Vance Noise" into the liquid, turning the black sludge into a s

The skyline lit him like a shadowed god, bare chest streaked with fading bruises and secrets. Lydia turned to the book. The Obsidian Ledger. Bound in something too soft to be leather, smelling faintly of scorched earth and something older. There was no title, no emblem—just a single engraved mark: V. She opened the first page. No words. Just a photograph. A woman—Vivienne. Nude, handcuffed to a marble bedpost, head turned away. Her body was covered in bruises and diamond necklaces. Lydia’s breath hitched. She turned the page.

She pulled it out of her pocket, and I immediately knew what it was. “Obsidian.” I’d seen it in some of the books I’d read while I was trying to figure out my own powers. It’s flat and highly reflective, so there’s a lot of lore about it being used in witchcraft—not that I think witches are real. But then, I didn’t think Vampires were either.... “What is it for?” Hannah asked me. I assumed she meant what was it doing here, so I admitted, “I have no idea. But it’s rare.”

It practically waved at me at times. I looked up just in time to see a subscriber join the stream. “Hello, Obsidian_Devil.” I whispered. “You’re just in time.” I was unsurprised when a black blade appeared on the screen. A blade was a boon worth a thousand dollars. Obsidian_Devil had recently subscribed to my account. When exactly, I wasn’t sure. I had only recognized him when he had started gifting me the most expensive boons. He never reached out outside of the streams, rarely commented but always left me with a large amount.

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.

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Designed with the belief that containing magic was better than destroying it. “Obsidian Root was about captivity,” I said. Voice steady despite the ghosts dancing in my stomach. “Attempting to control dragons instead of ending them. Or rehabilitating what they couldn’t contain. Bloodlines with ancient magic. Divination qualities. Hybrids. Any variable that made people uncomfortable with the idea of standardized power.” I kept my gaze on Evelina’s face, searching for condemnation. Did she see me the same way now? Her expression didn’t change, but I felt her magic shift nonetheless. Keen. Cold.

Lilian said. “Obsidian? What for?” I asked her and she chuckled. “Black obsidian helps in healing and protection. It keeps negative energy away,” Lilian explained, making my mouth form an O shape. “Okay, so how does it help suppress the urge??” I asked her and saw Billy roll his eyes. I knew that I was being too inquisitive but who would blame me? I wanted to be sure if I should really get my hopes up or not.

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.

“I know enough about the human girl, Seraphina. I know her friends and I know how to find her weakness and how to infiltrate her group.” He finally looks at me again, eyes telling me that he’s actually considering it, though he remains severely doubtful. So I sell it. “Her most recent obsession is a book, one she took from The Obsidian Library, under the forbidden section of the Astria demons.” I blurt out. His features turn shocked and slowly morph into amusement before a slow smile forms on his lips. His interest finally piqued. He settles on the sofa, reclaiming his calm countenance once more.