Obsidian Fragments Novels & Stories

I countered. I scanned the table. My eyes landed on a small, elegant pendant. It was a piece of white bone, carved into the shape of a falling leaf, but the edges were reinforced with thin strips of beaten silver. In the center sat a dark, polished stone—not amber, but a piece of obsidian that caught the grey light and turned it into a deep, bottomless black. It was balanced. It was beautiful, but it was a weapon’s material. It reminded me of her. The way she handled herself, and everyone around her.

“So, we can’t target a leader. We have to target the mechanism. What is the common thread?” “The Dark Ledger Fragments,” Lena responded, zooming in on the web. “When the Syndicate Ledger was burned, every mid-level operator who had access took a sliver—a localized, encrypted copy of their sector’s transactions. These fragments are now the core of their new, localized, untraceable currency.” These fragments allowed the Scavengers to conduct black market transactions with an undeniable, historical chain of verification, making their assets liquid even as global markets froze. The Fragments were the antithesis of the Sentinel Foundation's goal of transparency.

On each pedestal sat a fragment of the Lunar Heart. The Oakhaven fragment was a brilliant, sapphire blue crystal that hummed with a sharp, energetic rhythm. The London fragment was a pale, translucent white that cast long, clean shadows across the stone. The Paris fragment was a solid block of deep, frozen silver ice that still carried the clean, quiet frequency Laila had forced into it at Saint-Michel. In the exact center of the triangle, suspended in mid-air by the convergence of the three frequencies, was a empty, hollow iron ring the socket for the True Moon.

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The extremely hard portion of the stone surface cracked open, revealing its true contents. A gush of boundless, surging aura spilled out. Alex was instantly dumbfounded. ‘Oh my god! Is this a Yellow Obsidian Crystal?’ As the saying went, “The sky was black, the earth yellow, and space and time, vast and infinite.” The Yellow Obsidian Crystal was formed by the condensation of massive Yellow Obsidian Chi. This item was simply a holy artifact that big shots like sect founders would scramble to obtain, not to mention how priceless it was.

She produced a large, flat, shiny rock from her pocket. Cadence was hesitant to touch it, but Cassidy snatched it out of Hannah’s hands. “Obsidian?” “I guess,” Hannah shrugged. “What is it for?” “I have no idea,” Cassidy admitted. “But it’s rare.” “Keep all of this stuff,” Cadence instructed, and Hannah sent someone off to get the other pieces. “Where’s Mika?” “Over there with Christian.” Hannah pointed off in the distance, and Cadence and Cassidy shot off in that direction, Ashley following.

The shadows recoiled further, though their laughter followed her, a steam-hiss that needled her ears. Selene’s breath steadied. She lifted her chin. She stepped forward. The plain shifted with her. Ahead, the crystalline shards grew brighter, sharp edges glittering like obsidian mirrors. The ground trembled beneath her soles, cracking hairline fractures that ran in jagged lines outward from her steps. The vibration rose in pitch, a keening cry. And above her—the moon wept.

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.

Because of my looks—my long black hair, my midnight eyes—I had become a target, a living spectacle for their cruelty, a spectacle of mockery and hate. Nineteen years. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But every day, I come home with more bruises than I can count. More wounds than I can hide. And every night, I fall asleep with a broken heart and a quiet plea, blaming the Moon Goddess, cursing her for making me like this. For bringing me into a world that only knows how to break me.

Then another memory hit—the screensaver, the video, Liana’s words in the restroom. Something clicked. I pulled out my phone, opened the video again, and zoomed in. “Alex!” I hissed, tears rushing to my eyes as if they had been given permission to escape. The signs were there, but I was too blind to see them. I hurried home. Thankfully, Margaret wasn’t in. I dumped out my school bag, spilling everything onto the floor. I searched frantically until my eyes found it—the diamond necklace. My brows furrowed. The main diamond was shaped like the letter L.