Obsidian Fragments Novels & Stories

His obsidian skin deflected Aris's pulse shots, and the single violet eye in his forehead glowed with an ancient, malevolent intelligence. "He’s not an Update," Jade gasped, her voice echoing with that unsettling harmonic overlay. She was channeling the digital noise of the Prototype in the vault, turning the cacophony into a strategic advantage. "He’s a fragment. A piece of Julian’s original consciousness, embedded in a biological weapon."

Mum asks, looking from Ares to Mummo, and to Vaari again, when Osric moves behind her, sensing she is worried. "There are two sets of stone bowls that flow into one another I believe one set is black labradorite, in the right light it flares red. The other is rainbow moonstone otherwise known as white labradorite, and flares blue and purple. I think I heard Deborah call it labradorescence when she was showed Benjamin her pentad," Ares explains, stepping away from cooking, as one of their kitchen helpers takes over.

Controlled and edged with the polished authority of a born negotiator. “They fashion wonders from obsidian. Although, not just mere trinkets. Old magic lies within that glass.” he stated. She turned the pendant in her fingers, feeling the cold that lingered at its core. Obsidian was rare across all the continents, it was found only in the mountains ruled by the Tungsten Wolves. A living legend now. What began as stone, they carved into art and weapon alike. No wonder its beauty was sought after in every court. Merenrys' mind sketched the possibilities. A line of trade. Perhaps, or a new way to weave strength into the very walls of her city. Something that would make her people stand apart,

In the past five years, Caelum had given Seraphina many pieces of jewelry. She could tell at a glance that the bracelet and the moonstone necklace from the night before had been carved from the same rare moonstone. It was originally meant to be a matching set. Seraphina's lips curved into a mocking smile. "Ms. Klein, it seems your family loves you very much." Caelum and Liam had split a complete set of jewelry into two pieces—one for her and one for Rayna. It was just like their love, which was apparently also divisible.

I focused on it before I could focus on anything else, using it as an anchor while the room reassembled itself around me. Draven. He was sitting beside me, his worried gaze fixed on me as he tried to calm me down, his brows drawn together in concern. I tried to speak, but the only thing I could manage was: “The test—” Then I saw the table. The crystal orb was gone. In its place was a scatter of pale fragments across the stone floor—some large, most small, the outermost pieces having traveled a surprising distance. It hadn't just simply broken, It had exploded outward from the center, with the particular violence of something that had contained too much and could not contain it any longer.

I could feel them calling to the pieces in our chests and the resonance made my teeth ache. "That is not possible," Ross said. "Where did you get enough fragments to make a weapon?" "The Moonstone shattered into hundreds of pieces," Glenda explained. "You three got the largest shards. But I have been collecting the smaller ones for weeks. Melting them down. Forging them into something that can pierce even lycan-enhanced flesh." She moved closer and the dagger pulsed with stolen power. Around us, guards were starting to wake but they were too far away to help in time.

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

“Visualize it as a bone that needs to be knit back together. Make it strong. Make it unbreakable. Use the Gold to bridge the gaps.” ​I watched as the twins reached out, their golden light flowing into the glowing metal rods held by the basalt-skinned smiths. The iron didn't melt under the combined heat; it transformed. It turned into a dark, translucent material—obsidian that pulsed with a rhythmic, solar heat, as if the metal itself had developed a heartbeat. ​“The Obsidian Shield,” the lead smith whispered, his voice a crackle of sparks as he raised a massive, translucent slab of the new material.

“I feel like I can finally breathe. Still, every second counts. What if she’s not just after the Luna position? What if this is bigger?” Gale’s eyes darkened. “I’ve had the same thought. The silver marking you described from your visions? It doesn’t match any standard pack insignia. Could be a rogue faction. Or worse. Something tied to the old bloodlines that were supposedly wiped out years ago. I’ll reach out to my contact at the border tonight. But we play this smart. No risks.”

Anna shouted down, her voice laced with the resonant unyielding power of her Sovereign bloodline, a frequency that cut through the din of battle like a silver bell. "The obsidian shards on its left shoulder are anchoring its physical density! It's the focal point of the matrix! If you shatter the core matrix there, the mass will collapse!" Liam didn't look up, to lose focus for even a microsecond would mean death but his icy-blue eyes locked instantly onto the creature’s left side, where a dense cluster of jagged crystalline obsidian pulsed with a sickly dark purple light. "Understood!" Liam muttered under his breath, his Lycan senses narrowing his focus until the world became nothing but th