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.”

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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She tried to wave the dust away, but it made it worse, and when she was waving the dust away, she felt a wetness. The wetness felt warm at first, but it quickly turned cold after a few seconds. The wetness felt thicker than water, but it has a smooth feel to it. When she waves her hands over to the tiny light source coming from the gaps, she can see the red. Blood, not hers. But who was it? Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and she knew that it was his blood. Dripping out slowly from Yang Tian-Xu’s stomach. His blood had poured out onto her once blue dress, tainting it into a dark violet.

He simply nodded once. “Then we build something that can reach them,” he said. “Something they cannot touch. Something that lives in the places they think are safe.” He turned to one of the monitors and opened a new folder. Blueprints. Contact lists. Encrypted channels. Names of people who had been burned by the same system that burned me. “We call it Obsidian,” he said. “Black. Sharp. Invisible until it cuts.” I sat down across from him. The pearl bracelet stayed on the desk between us like a witness.

“What do we do?” Adrian stood there silently for a moment. Then finally spoke. “We prepare.” Ryan sighed. “Again?” Adrian’s eyes hardened. “Yes.” Because Victor Hale had been the king of an empire. But the organization called Obsidian… Was something far more dangerous. And now… They knew exactly where to look. Right at the heart of the Foundation. The word on the screen refused to disappear. OBSIDIAN For several seconds, no one spoke. Ryan finally broke the silence. “…That name sounds expensive.”

Of course her body had been pulling her to this place—there was nowhere she felt more comfortable than within the sanctity of a library. She could hardly believe that there were still books here in one piece. Many, she realized, were made of ancient Egyptian paper, thick and rubbery. As she pulled down volume after volume, she noted that every different type of alphabet was represented, from Arabic to Cyrillic script, to hieroglyphics. It was like her dream come true, stumbling across a forgotten library filled with books that hadn’t been touched for centuries. It made her think of Aiden; he’d love to get his hands on a place like this.

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.