Obsidian Fragments Novels & Stories

Lana's POV My hands started to shake. The box was light, but its contents felt like they carried the weight of burdens. I blinked, hard, sure my eyes were deceiving me. Inside the box, nestled on the silk, wasn’t just anything. Wrapped in delicate silver wire to hold them together, were three jagged, obsidian-like fragments. They were dull in the morning light, but I knew them. I felt them. A low, resonant hum seemed to vibrate up through the block into my bones. Shards of the Holy Grail.

I slid into the chair. “The obsidian fragments from the scene,” Jane began, not looking up from her notes. "The geological signature... it's only found in a few specific regions, Alpha.” “You're saying the obsidian is like a calling card? A tag from the killer?” Malcolm folded his arms, his expression turning grim. “This is so structured, it's like something out of a movie,” I cut in, shaking my head in disbelief. “Whoever this is, they're meticulous. Smart enough to plan this all alone.”

The cairn stood fifteen feet high, a monument to something that shouldn’t exist. Kaden pressed the fragment against it again. This time, he felt resistance. The fragment warmed, then grew hot. The cairn started to shake, stones rattling against each other. Then the fragment cracked. Not shattered. Just a hairline fracture running down its center. But enough that Kaden could feel power leaking out. “It’s too much,” he said. “The fragment can’t hold it.” “Make it hold.” Alina’s hand joined his on the fragment. Her raw palms pressed against the obsidian. “We don’t have another option.”

They would choke themselves if they tried to sit or lie down. I pulled at my earth element again, searching for just the right stone. I found obsidian buried deep down and called it to me. It came up, erupting in a shower of dirt as it flew to my hand. I slammed it against the stone pillar the captives were linked to. An edge sheared off, leaving a nice sharp plane behind. It would have to do.

"Liam, kung hindi bubukas ang pintong sinasabi mo, ito na ang huling hantungan natin." ​Si Liam ay hindi sumagot. Ang kanyang mga daliri ay mabilis na gumagalaw sa holographic interface, pilit na hinahanap ang frequency na tumutugma sa kanyang sariling DNA. Biglang, ang buong crater sa harap nila ay nag-vibrate. Isang dambuhalang pinto na gawa sa puting obsidian—isang materyal na hindi matatagpuan sa kahit anong periodic table ng tao—ang dahan-dahang bumukas mula sa ilalim ng libu-libong toneladang alikabok ng buwan.

“Make the obsidian light up three lights? What is the obsidian?” The server continued to speak, “To be honest, I have no idea what obsidian is but I understand its effect well. No matter what a person’s fighting prowess is, the obsidian will light up several lights according to the power you used when you hit it. There are five lights on the obsidian and lighting up three lights will be a pass.” After the server explained things to Fane, he had successfully instigated Fane’s curiosity. He really wanted to see what the obsidian was. However, Fane felt that something did not make sense after he thought about it.

He had already opened the door and jumped down, followed closely by Merlin. He hurriedly ran toward the center of the explosion, and to his horror, he found that the ground at the center point had been burned hard and cracked due to high temperatures! There was even an imprint of a black human figure outlined on the ground which was possibly a trace left behind by a human body during the explosion. Albert suddenly saw a few reflective fragments on the ground. He picked them up and upon taking a closer look at it, he realized they were shell-like fragments. He immediately remembered that Charlie had once bought a piece of Tridacna for a sky-high price at an auction. That auction had caused qu

POV: Neoma The crown of obsidian moved across the stone. It possessed a dry, hollow auditory texture. It had separated from Nergal’s head when the artificial energy leached from his cells. It struck the stone altar with a sharp, discordant ring—the sound of cheap, unpolished rock rather than a divine artifact. It spun on its rim in an irregular, rhythmic wobble. The vibration traveled through the floor and into the soles of my boots. Then came the final, mechanical click as it came to rest against my toe.

"I'm sorry. I should have been more careful." "It's okay," I comforted him gently. "Obsidian is fragile anyway. I picked the wrong material." I held his hand and made a genuine promise. "Tomorrow, I'll carve you a better one out of dragon bone. It'll be indestructible. I'll even add some high-tier defense arrays so you can switch them out." Right as I finished speaking, a sharp crack echoed across the table. Cassian had crushed his solid silver goblet barehanded. The twisted metal and sharp shards bit into the flesh of his half-shifted claws, dripping black blood through his fingers.