Obsidian Novels & Stories

“That’s fine. Didn’t expect you to answer that one anyway, Mystery Muse. How about this instead: your favorite cake flavor.” “Pass.” “Seriously? Why? It’s just cake. Strawberry, Vanilla, Carrot, Coconut, Chocolate... Okay, fine. How about…favorite color?” That’s harmless enough. “Obsidian black.” He frowns. “Why Obsidian?” “Its beauty can be deceitful. It's easy to trap a soul with a Gematone stone, which is such a beautiful obsidian black relic that people always obsess over.” It’s surprisingly difficult to keep from laughing at the expression that crosses the dragon's face; a mix of taken aback,

When Romeo and his personal guard reach the top of the small elevation, Romeo sees his family's mausoleum for the first time. He had never imagined that a mausoleum could be such a beautiful and calm place. It looked like a small house with no windows but a gold-plated door. It was made of a black, shiny stone he didn't recognize. He touched it, and it was cold, smooth and polished like a mirror. - It's obsidian. Some people say that when we stare into an obsidian mirror, we sometimes see what we don't want to see. Sometimes we see our future, other times our past.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

But that can’t be right either. Odessa isn’t a siren she is a goddess of sorts. But not a siren. Jadara claimed to be a siren all those years ago, but I don’t think that is right either. There is something that doesn’t make sense. Liquid obsidian. That has no effect on sirens or any supernatural that I am aware of. The purpose I am assuming is to banish negativity and to protect the user from harm. But how is it subduing her? Or is this just an act from her to make us all believe she is subdued? So she can come forward once more and destroy us all.

But also… longing. Pop whistles low and pats the seat beside him. That’s where I go. As I sit, I finally clue into the conversation. “Ītzpāpālōtl is called the Obsidian Butterfly because her wings are made of obsidian,” Huitzilopochtli says. “What’s obsidian?” Micah asks. “It’s a strong volcanic glass,” Meredith answers. Huitzilopochtli nods. “Beneath her wings, she’s vulnerable. That’s where to strike.”

She didn’t know what to say as she swallowed her own saliva before she came up with something. “Hmmm… I don’t work. I’m looking for a job.” Rose replied. “So sorry about that.” Crystabel Said. Crystabel was so close to Rose that both of their skin were now touching each other. As their skin touched, Crystabel started acting and saying strange things like. “You have very nice skin. What’s the name of your cream?” She asked and when Rose replied to her, she nodded. “Nice, it’s good on you. Wait, let me feel your skin because I love the look.” Crystabel said as she stretched out her hand to touch Rose’s leg.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

“But I'm my father's daughter. Always too proud, too stubborn, impossible to tame. My father said the wilderness lives in me, it brings the storm and ranging winds through my skin for the world to feel. So I become the wilderness itself.”

"I did not keep you safe." "Just keep it. It's an Ibawi Gem. It will give you light whenever you need it. Only few Ibawnons possess such thing." She drank her tea while looking at nowhere. V looked at her confusingly. He wanted to asked further about the Ibawi Gem but diverted the topic to another. "So, what did your Mamang said about last night? That you're going crazy?" He laughed slightly with his own joke but Ligaya did not bother to react. "She said that I should perform an Abuhanon ritual or the ritual for distraction. That's what I did earlier.

“Winter’s coming, and this hovel’s full of drafts. Trade them for a good stock of smokeless coal for the fire.” Bruno’s eyes went wide as saucers, and he lunged forward a step. “Have you lost your mind?! This is core volcanic obsidian from the Black Rock mountains! A single piece could buy you a whole estate in the upper city, and you want to melt it down for coal?!” Eira finally turned her gaze back to Bruno, her ice-blue eyes holding no anger, no hurt—only cold, unimpressed indifference. “If it’s garbage Black Rock doesn’t want, who are you to tell me what to do with it?” She stared him down, her voice icy. “And as for your master? If he dares park his carri