Obsidian Novels & Stories

There was a muffled whirr, like gears turning in place, when a portion of the wall began to slide open. The walls of the little alcove were made of mirrors. Given it had been decades since anyone stepped foot in this house, I wasn’t surprised to see they were faded with age. Seated on a pedestal was a bowl carved from a dark, shimmering stone. “Obsidian,” My father said, watching as I ran my fingers over the smooth ledge. “The bowl is obsidian. It’s a good conduit to scry with.” “I’ve scried before, with my coven.” The words were cloying in my mouth. “We saw the ritual that let demons into this world. You were there.” I said, “Y

I wanted to sit down a little, but he held me back. “Look,” he pulled out from behind the collar of his shirt a small smooth gray stone with dark gray veins, held in the paws of the frame and hanging on a long chain. - What is it? - with surprise, she took a stone in her hand. In appearance, I would never have distinguished it from ordinary pebbles. - This is calcium borosilicate - howlite. An ambiguous mineral should be noted. This, Leah, is an artifact, it helps to disperse the excess of my power in space without causing harm to others.

He notices one statue is broken, all that remains is stone pieces. “Sire, I bring you Hector,” Rex says. Rex kneels before the throne. The throne is made from an oak tree found on the battlefield of a ten-year war covered in the blood of the slain. It is a high-back, oak wood that is stained red with the blood of his enemies, studded with jewels along the armrest, with a black cushion forming part of the seat. Once Rex is on his knees, he pulls Hector down onto his knees. Behind the throne is a red tapestry with a living oak tree.

It is not noticeable from a distance, maybe because of the higher flowers and it is covered from sight because it is too far from where we were standing earlier. I approached the stone hedge and walked toward the middle of it. They are surrounded as if forming a gazebo. The floor was made of an obsidian stone, it was black and shiny but it had many cracks from age. There are still purple flowers there. In the middle, there is what appears to be a shallow basin also made of stone. Its flesh is like rainbow-like mercury. Which reflects whatever hits it but it moves because of the wind.

Yuka then grabbed the jacked as he followed Ryu to the door on the way out to their apartment. Yuka felt the cold after they came out of the apartment and was grateful that Ryu offered her his jacket or else she would have walked out of the apartment and pretended that it wasn't cold. The jacket felt warm and comforting that smelled like a woody perfume mixed with mint and cigarette. Yuka finds Ryu very cold as a person yet there's warmth inside him that would break his ice at any time. There's no doubt in her that Ryu will someday be famous with his talent, discipline, and looks. She thought it was amazing that she gets to witness an upcoming artist flourished his way to the top. She smiled

Unless you want to grind something into piecemeal, the bead should not be touched. The other is somewhat normal. It's simply space power, the size is decent at almost one cubic meter. Yanlong is happy. She took the last bead, touched it to her suit and clothes, leaving a single t-shirt & sewing kit outside. The last gem is obsidian. It has a dark presence of cold and heavy water, so she stored it away for the time being. She placed the other two beads in small ziplocs with explanation about their power, and left them in her backpack.

And standing up close to it and seeing just what the harborage was her breath was taken away. It was a massive oasis located right in the middle of the blazing desert looking like it were a collection of gemstones come to life. There were trees of different heights and sizes with the colour and texture of sodalite, lepidolite and malachite. Flowers of different types with the colour and texture of angelite, citrine, rose quartz and carnelian. Grass that ran across the floor of the entire oasis with the colour and texture of aventurine and shrubs scattered here and there with the colour and texture of hematite and black tourmaline. A large waterfall with water the colour of lapis lazuli. Rock

Roy is presently in a 70:30 situation, which meant his chances of dying were high, due to the amount of wolfsbane he was injected with. “He was injected with wolfsbane.” he finally replied. “What’s that?” Kimberly asked, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Elijah nervously ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t want to scare Kimberly, but she deserves to know the truth. “It’s a substance that temporarily numbs the wolf in a werewolf. Vampires use it when fighting, as an easy way to kill our kind.” “Roy is going to be okay, right?” she nervously asked.

"Yeah, and they don't resemble Hemilia foot size." "Dude, you are disgusting." He made a disgusted face but I scowled and hit his arms. "I've known her for years, bastard." "Whatever." He rolled his eyes and glanced at the front with narrowed eyes. "What are you seeing?" I asked, he pointed out the tree that was right in front of us. "This tree is poisoned, I can smell and see the colour from this distance." Peter declared every person here has qualities that make the work easier. I have fighting skills and strength, Peter has good eyes and nose then Hemilia is experienced in magic and observing.

Leona threatened while gripping one of Luca's shoulders. Leona threw her fierce gaze at Luca, making her little brother shudder in horror when she met him. All the tenderness that Leona had shown a while ago vanished along with her discolored irises. Evolved. In the first stage, Leona's irises started to turn yellow with a lighter tone. In later stages it looks like the evening sky, orange with a slight reddish tone on the outside. Then the red color that adorned the outside spread out, changing the entire color of Leona's irises. Red as a blood moon when it reached its peak.