Obsidian Novels & Stories

In just a couple more seconds, she’d be done, and the choice would literally be out of her hands forever. Nya pulled the Heart of Magic from her bag, and the ruby red gemstone gleamed in the light, catching the red that streamed in the windows from the artificial glow outside, making the scarlet color even deeper. It was entrancing, this magical rock, and the idea that she should just put it back in her bag and go home crossed her mind. Then, she thought of Slate, thought of the kiss they’d shared, and no longer wanted to keep it at all. Nya took the stone and inserted it into the chest, ready to drop it onto the plush looking red pillow laying there.

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.

Jimmy asked, pointing to the coloured lake. “It is beautiful, isn't it?" Nylian smiled. "It is called the Colouribus Conspiratus, the colours of unison. Do you see that couple over there?" he pointed to two strange creatures with green skin and a long pink tail. "Every colour has a meaning, an emotion, for example, red represents anger, white, peace, and pink, love. When they bathe inside, they will stay together forever, despite all the emotions and all the obstacles that will come up in the future. "Now it's all pink." Jimmy widened his eyes. "They must be very in love."

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

Shuffling closer, I began to read in earnest. Some believe, it said, that a talisman such as obsidian may allow the vampyre to bathe in the light of the sun. Born from the heat of a volcano, this stone can withstand the sun’s rays. It is also a natural energy absorber, making it able to soak up the energy of the sunlight – thus keeping it away from the shadow walker, allowing them to roam freely, without fear of the sun’s poison. My lungs stilled. The last of my breath froze on my lips.

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."

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. ​"Hindi ko alam na may ganito rito ang mga Hohenberg," bulong ni Xander, habang hawak ang kanyang Phase-Shift Blade. Ang kanyang mga mata, ang mga mata ng isang "Wolf," ay matalas na nagmamasid sa dilim.

The Tungsten Pack’s true wealth, though, came from their mountains: Obsidian. A black, glassy stone, sharp enough to cut tree branches. In Ligon’s lands, it was mined and forged into armor or jewelry; it pulsed faintly with magic while absorbing moonlight. It shielded its bearer from harm and struck back at enemies. When gathered in fives, it was capable of mending wounds and healing minor sicknesses. When embedded in walls, it sliced any attacker who dared to climb and shattered their weapons. A secret known only to the Tungsten Pack.

On top of it sat several small crystals, each one shining under the candlelight. I leaned down, curious, and reached out to touch one. It was pale pink and smooth, like it had been polished over and over. It felt cool against my fingers, almost like it was humming very softly. Next to it was a small card, handwritten in neat, curly letters. Rose Quartz – For love and comfort I blinked and looked at the others. Amethyst – For calm and clarity Obsidian – For protection

It was how I called Ona after the fall, the reason she was able to respond so quickly. Moving aside the bands made of jade and coral, I wrap my hand around the final one, the one made of obsidian, and send a pulse of energy through it, opening up the link. A few minutes later I receive a responding pulse and I know she will be here as soon as she can.