Obsidian Novels & Stories

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.

Declan taps the back of my head playfully. Dean laughs, shaking his head, "No. Goliath is very fond of you and Gem. As is Declan, and he respects that you can do that. It's normally only our Luna with that capability or other alphas, even then it's rare they can make us surrender. But now that I am looking at you and thinking back to your mother. You two do resemble the Esos family. Your green eyes. Those emerald piercing green eyes, are rare. Then the color of your fur, jet-black with an emerald green tint."

“This is one of our most productive shafts. There are rich veins here.” “Veins of Obsidian?” asked Owin. Furgus refrained from making a sarcastic reply. “Yes,” he said. “Obsidian is the primary stone found here. There are also veins of more . . . traditional value.” Randey wondered what he meant, until he looked at one side of the vast chamber. His eyes had adjusted to the dimmer light, and he saw streaks running through the rock face. They shone in the light with a yellowish reflection.

At the center, a stone pedestal holds a glowing orb, pulsating with light. Gemini approaches cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “This must be what we were meant to find,” she says, reaching out toward the orb. She sees visions of wars, ancient warriors, and a darkness so strong and broad that it threatens to devour everything in its path as her hand hovers over it. However, there is also light in those visions—a dazzling, blinding force that drives the darkness away. The voice of GLZ, "Gemini," breaks through the blur of pictures. "Are you alright?"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“This pendent is very intriguing idea. The pendent is made of two different stones, but the question is why?” “I’m not really sure what you mean.” “It’s part Moonstone and part Obsidian. Moonstone dispels negative energy and provides grounding where needed. While the black obsidian is a stone used for protection and guards against psychic attacks.” “I don’t know much about it, only that is was my mothers.” “And that makes me wonder the person your mother is, but maybe that’s a question that’s best to leave for another time.” She walks away leaving many questions that I’m hoping one day will be answer by someone. Who is my mothe

I didn't even want to see his instruments of torture. "Hi Kim, it's nice to see you," he said with a smile. His little angel face would melt anyone, but not me. My heart had an owner and it was called: Isaac, no other man in the world would tempt me to leave him. “Welcome Ezra, please come forward.” “What is this? Ezra asked lifting a doll off the ground.” "No idea," I replied, surprised. "Look at her," saying that, he passed the doll to me. It was made of cotton, but there were no notes on it. Had someone dropped it?

5 seconds later, the ground from the dead end and 20 feet backward slowly began to go down. It's an elevator. Soon, we're enveloped by darkness. After 5 minutes of waiting, a bright light shone through the cracks between the ground and the walls. And we're here. Welcome to The Keeper of The Keys, our organization's main base. The biggest base we have. About half a mile below the surface. And yet, with technologies, we can breathe fine. The base is triple times the size of a stadion, each room is divided by bulletproof glass. The floor is made of ceramic and light shone from the ceiling--the ceiling is literally made of lights.

Penny says in a diplomatic way. “I don’t even know where to start looking for her.” I sigh as I feel Lua quite agitated pacing back and forth in our mind. I try not to focus on her right now but something in the lake caught my attention. A little shimmer seemed to be coming from a rock a few steps ahead of the lake's shore. What was that? It wasn't there before, was it? If one didn't pay much attention they would for sure miss it or misunderstand it with the moon’s shine upon the water. I stretched my arm to reach it while being cautious to not fall in the water. I grab it and bring it closer so I can take a look at it. It was a golden broken piece of something. It had something carved in it

It was one of those items that caught my attention. A box of pure obsidian, the stone smooth and cold to the touch. As my finger drifted across the top, I could tell that no one had touched it--opened it in such a long time. I could feel it's loneliness, an endless and all-consuming thing. As my fingers coasted down to where a latch should have been, I swore I could hear its silent cry in my head. Sparks engulfed my wrist as a warm hand wrapped around it, sending heat rushing up my arm and straight into my chest.