Obsidian Fragments Novels & Stories

’ Thea says as she hugs her best-friend. ‘Okay, I do not mean to disrupt your moment but time is running out and we really need to get this to Halley.’ Edmond says as he shows them a pendant that looks the same as the one on Jessa’s neck. ‘Oh you already made the pendant? I thought we would go for gold and wear all those work overalls and melt things but I guess this way too is cool.’ Thea says. ‘Oh I wish we could do that but we do not have enough time plus, you do not have to worry about getting things like these done when a demon is around.’ Edmond says proudly.

The train, an extravagant extension of the skirt, trailed behind her like a cloud, embroidered with delicate silver threads that caught the light in a mesmerizing dance. Juniper's hair, the color of midnight, was styled in loose, cascading curls, adorned with a tiara that gleamed with diamonds and sapphires, mirroring the midnight sky. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald, were accentuated with subtle smoky eyeshadow, and her lips were adorned with a soft, rosy hue. As she stepped out of the car, her eyes fell on her father, and neither of them smiled or said a word.

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.

Vanya's POV I remembered that there was an ordinary obsidian at this auction. It looked gray and unpolished, with a rough and uneven surface, so no one paid much attention to it. But in reality, it was an obsidian blessed by the Moon Goddess. If placed within a pack, it could influence the pack and the surrounding area. It could even strengthen the protective barriers of the pack's territory. Now that I've decided to leave Cliff, I need to secure my own future.

The whispers led me further into the forest with my toes bare against the rough ground. Finally, after what it felt like an eternity, I arrived in an area that I had never set foot in before. At the centre was a round, worn stone base, not large enough to hold even a medium-sized statue. On it lay an unusual object—a broken piece of obsidian that glowed sickly green and black.

When they reached the cliffs, the sight before them made Lyla’s breath catch. The Ridge wolves were gathered in a tight formation, their glowing eyes scanning the forest. At the center of their camp stood a massive stone obelisk, its surface etched with runes that pulsed with dark energy. The shadow’s fragments seemed to converge around it, their energy swirling like a storm. “What is that?” Jonas asked, his voice filled with unease. “It’s a focus,” Corin said grimly. “The fragments are using it to anchor themselves to rebuild what was lost when the shadow’s core was destroyed.”

And beside him, the woman with obsidian eyes, her face identical to the mural of the First. I turned away from the window. Sabine was behind me, pacing. "The shard’s crack is growing," she said without looking up. "You barely held it together last time. It won’t survive another surge." "Then I won’t use it," I replied. Her eyes snapped up. "It’s not a matter of choice anymore. It will use you. That thing feeds on instability. And right now, you’re a feast." Leofric entered the room, armor scorched and patched, but his eyes steady. He didn’t look like a king. He looked like a man ready to break for something worth saving.

“That’s fine. Didn’t expect you to answer that one anyway, Mystery Muse. How about this instead: your favorite cake flavor.” “Pass.” “Seriously? Why? It’s just cake. Strawberry, Vanilla, Carrot, Coconut, Chocolate... Okay, fine. How about…favorite color?” That’s harmless enough. “Obsidian black.” He frowns. “Why Obsidian?” “Its beauty can be deceitful. It's easy to trap a soul with a Gematone stone, which is such a beautiful obsidian black relic that people always obsess over.” It’s surprisingly difficult to keep from laughing at the expression that crosses the dragon's face; a mix of taken aback, confusion, amusement, and something like concern.

The Watcher's smile turns predatory as he produces something that shouldn't exist—a mirror crafted from obsidian so pure it seems to absorb light itself, its surface rippling with veins of silver fire that pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. The frame appears to be carved from crystallized starlight, edges sharp enough to cut reality itself, and when I look at it, my reflection doesn't show. Instead, the surface writhes with possibilities, showing glimpses of futures and pasts that exist in the spaces between what is and what could be.

I felt a flutter in my chest—part fear, part exhilaration—as he turned and his dark eyes found mine. I'd seen photos of the Obsidian Suite online, read about its mysterious features that never revealed themselves the same way twice, but being here was different. The polished black stone floor seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, creating pools of darkness between patches of soft illumination. A circular platform in the center of the room rotated almost imperceptibly, while the walls shifted colors—deep purple fading to midnight blue as I watched. Adrian moved toward me with deliberate steps, each one making my breath catch a little tighter in my throat. The distance between us