Novel & Cerita Obsidian Fragments

Fernando was not worth it and I did not want his act of cowardice to affect me, but he did a lot. The anger made me throw all the things that I had in front of the mirror, I felt that my blood was boiling. Nothing made me feel better. I threw a glass vase on the floor and the vase made a huge noise as it shattered, glass scattered everywhere, but I didn't mind in the least. I hit my left hand against the nightstand and I felt a strong pain go through my body. The blood started running all over my hand and I panicked, what had happened? It took me a moment to realize that I had been injured with a piece of glass, my day couldn't get any worse. I was always very afraid of blood so panic soon t

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds.

There was a muffled whirr, like gears turning in place, when a portion of the wall began to slide open. The walls of the little alcove were made of mirrors. Given it had been decades since anyone stepped foot in this house, I wasn’t surprised to see they were faded with age. Seated on a pedestal was a bowl carved from a dark, shimmering stone. “Obsidian,” My father said, watching as I ran my fingers over the smooth ledge. “The bowl is obsidian. It’s a good conduit to scry with.” “I’ve scried before, with my coven.” The words were cloying in my mouth. “We saw the ritual that let demons into this world. You were there.” I said, “You helped them.”

“And this... Obsidian is rarely used without purpose. It’s a stone of protection, but also one of mirrors. It reflects and reveals.” “Reveals what?” I asked, leaning forward. Tony shook his head. “That depends on the intent of whoever made it. These objects are connected, no doubt. But their origin... I can’t tell you much. The energy is foreign to me. If it were wolf made, I’d know about it.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. Disappointment settled in my chest, but I nodded. “Thanks, Elder Tony. I was hoping you’d recognize something.” His gaze lingered on me, sharp and knowing. “Be careful, Alpha. These gifts! If you can even call them, that carry intent. And intent is rarely neutral.”

“The shard, use it! It’s tied to the beast!” I fumbled with the pouch, my fingers trembling as I pulled out the obsidian shard. Its surface was hotter now, almost scalding, the red veins flaring with a hunger that made my skin crawl. I’d studied relics like this for years, piecing together their secrets in quiet libraries, but this was no dusty artifact.