Obsidian Shards Novels & Stories

"What do you require from the forge today?" "I need lightweight obsidian blades," I said, walking over to the metal racks and pointing directly to a sheet of dark, refined glass-metal resting near the back. "Forge two light daggers tailored specifically for a human fighter's smaller hand. Design them for maximum speed, sharp leverage, and close-quarters defense." "Obsidian is a dangerously brittle and difficult material to balance for a non-shifter, my Lord," the blacksmith noted, examining the dark sheet carefully. "However, if I temper it with silver alloy, I can make them absolute perfection for her."

He opened himself completely, and through his consciousness, he showed the hunter - and through that connection, Vincent and the Originals - the truth of what Shards actually were. They weren't monsters created to consume the world. They were the last attempt by ancient beings to bridge the gap between dimensions, to create a unified consciousness that could exist in multiple realities at once. The Shards were refugees themselves, beings of peace that had been hunted nearly to extinction by those who feared what unification might mean.

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Jack looked up through the glass skylight of the atrium. Descending slowly through the storm, ignoring the wind, was a monstrosity. It was twice the size of the others, carved from black obsidian—volcanic glass. Its wingspan was thirty feet wide. And its body was covered in glowing purple sigils that drank the energy of the Aegis cannons. "Obsidian," Jack cursed. "Volcanic glass doesn't have a crystalline grain structure like granite. The resonance won't shatter it." "It's diving!" Marcus yelled.

It simply smiled, a cruel, unreadable expression. Then, as my power hit it… it shattered. Or at least, that’s what I thought. The figure dissolved into a thousand shards of darkness, each shard slamming into the ground, and I realized with horror: these weren’t fragments. They were seeds. Seeds of shadow, spreading, creeping across the forest floor, twisting, alive… and moving. Toward my pack. Toward the sanctuary. “No!” I screamed, rushing forward, trying to stop them. Marcus, Ethan, Callum, and Davian joined me, their energy blazing, but the shards were fast, multiplying, spreading like wildfire.

Stella froze for a moment before reaching out stiffly. She picked up the top document with a dismissive look, clearly assuming it was just a bluff. However, the next second, her expression changed instantly. The disdain vanished, replaced by shock. Her pupils shrank. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. "How… how is this possible…? "How do you have this many shares?" Hudson rushed forward, snatching the documents from her hands. "Impossible! This has to be fake!" He shouted, "You're lying! Damon, how could you possibly have this kind of money? These shares… these clearly…"

“Make the obsidian light up three lights? What is the obsidian?” The server continued to speak, “To be honest, I have no idea what obsidian is but I understand its effect well. No matter what a person’s fighting prowess is, the obsidian will light up several lights according to the power you used when you hit it. There are five lights on the obsidian and lighting up three lights will be a pass.” After the server explained things to Fane, he had successfully instigated Fane’s curiosity. He really wanted to see what the obsidian was. However, Fane felt that something did not make sense after he thought about it.

“The prophecy was never meant to allow both paths. The pact was broken long before you ever touched her soul. And now the magic bleeds.” I stared at them all, heart hammering. “There has to be another way.” “There is. But it demands blood.” Of course it did. They extended a skeletal hand, conjuring a small platform of starlight. Upon it lay a blade I had only heard of in whispered legends—the Moonshard Blade. A curved weapon made entirely from obsidian crystal, yet pulsing like it was alive. Veins of silver light moved across its edges like breath. I didn’t touch it.

“It’s awake then. You’ve fed it.” “I didn’t mean to—” “It doesn’t care what you meant,” she snapped. “It only cares that you bled.” He opened his other hand. Inside was a shard of obsidian, but it pulsed like a heart. “It whispered my name,” he said softly. “And it knew yours too.” --- They placed the obsidian shard in the center of the circle. The runes around it began to glow, pulsing like a low drumbeat. Yvette sat across from it, her legs trembling, fingers clenched tight in her lap.

The shards. They weren’t gone. They weren’t destroyed. They had burrowed into the abyss itself. And now they were fighting their way back. The void shook violently as the golden shards ripped upward, colliding, sparking, bleeding energy that seared even Adrien’s skin. He staggered, one hand clutching his chest, awe and terror warring in his gaze. The figure howled, retreating as cracks spread wider across its form. “No! She cannot, she should not”