Obsidian Shards Novels & Stories

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

Lastly, I put a small modified bob pin in my hair. I put some emergency flare and alternative gun in my backpack, a rope, a spyglass, a lot of small hidden cameras, my tablet, and a water bottle. *** 11.15 pm I scattered 7 hidden cameras around the base, another 5 in the base, 8 along the tunnel, and 10 inside the base—2 for every room. *** 11.48 I throw a glow stick behind me and another one in front of me. I checked all of my weapons, making sure they're in place.

The shard sat in my palm when my hand retracted. "Destroy it," I looked at Valen and threw it into the air. Valen released a purple electric ball that exploded the shard into cinders. Panic-stricken, Assad trembled in my left hand. At this point, he had no voice left to speak. Blayne would want me to make him bleed for days. The thought of my friend brought water to my eyes. A profound sadness threatened to swallow me whole. In the rise of the wind, a large burst of blue-green wave infused with sun-lit white in its crescendo splashed roughly against the shoreline to deliver a choking Kodjo and Tygart at my sand-caked feet before forming a diminuendo and ebbing back to sea.

The ground beneath our feet seems to sigh, accepting its new guardian spirit. The shimmering coalesces. A shard of something falls from the rift, landing with a soft clink in the stagnant water at the Child’s feet. It looks like polished obsidian, reflecting not light, but fragmented possibilities – glimpses of futures dark and terrifying. Fate’s Mirror. The Child picks it up, their hand trembling violently. The shard feels wrong. Heavy with consequence. "It is done," the thousand voices whisper-sigh.

In the center of the room, atop a pedestal, rested an obsidian shard that pulsed with a faint, eerie light. “This is it,” Lucian said, his voice low. Aria stepped forward, her fingers brushing the shard. The moment she touched it, the entire cavern trembled, and a deafening roar filled the air. From the shadows, a massive creature emerged—a monstrous beast with glowing red eyes and jagged, obsidian-like scales. “Run!” Lucian shouted, grabbing Aria’s arm and pulling her back. The beast lunged, its claws scraping against the stone as the group bolted for the exit. The cavern seemed to collapse around them, the walls shifting and closing in as the beast pursued them.

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.

Should have Later.His mental voice was sharp, focused. If we survive this, we'll discuss fault. Right now, I need you to tell me everything you know about Obsidian's fighting style. Marina's heart leaped. He was trusting her. In this moment, when it mattered most, he was choosing to believe her warnings. He uses shadow beasts, she sent back. Creatures formed from pure darkness. They're not alive, so they can't be killed normally. You have to disrupt the magic holding them together bright light, silver weapons, or strong pack magic.

I pulled him into my arms, sobbing with a relief that felt like a physical weight. ​"I got it, Mom," he wheezed, looking up at the empty sky. "I hit the mark." ​Liam and Rowan joined us, followed by the forty-two Echoes. They looked up at the stars, which were now just stars again—cold, distant, and silent. ​But as we stood there, Rowan reached down and picked something up from the grass. It was a shard of the obsidian ship that had survived the implosion. ​It wasn't a piece of metal. It was a small, glowing data-cube. And on its surface, a single name was etched in a language that hadn't been invented yet.

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.