Obsidian Shards Novels & Stories

ZANE’S POV The rink was my sanctuary, the only place where the world’s noise dulled to a low hum. My skates carved the ice, each stride a desperate bid to outrun the chaos in my head. The Blizzard’s practice facility echoed with the sharp crack of pucks and the shouts of teammates, but I barely heard them. My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night.

The moonlight feels warmer. For once, nothing threatened us. Or so I think. A soft flutter of wings broke the laughter. A raven glided down silently and landed beside Lyra’s cradle. Damon stiffens instantly. “Don’t move,” he warned everyone, voice sharp. The bird tilted its head. A single crystal shard dropped from its beak, landing with a faint chime. My breath skipped. It’s black. Pure obsidian. Cracked through the center. Damon knelt slowly, Lyra held tight in his arms. He picked up the shard with two fingers.

She wonders if this is how her life looks from the outside flawless surface, fractured underneath. Her mind drifts back to earlier that day. The meeting. The way Dane had refused to look at her. That same man who once traced her jaw with hands gentler than air now looked at her like she was something made of poison. She hates that it still hurts. Rae returns to the marble, strikes again, harder this time. The sound shatters the quiet. A shard chips off and falls to the floor with a dull thud. She closes her eyes, breath heavy, shoulders trembling.

“Truly stellar customer service. I’ll be sure to leave a five-star review in the Ledger.” The obsidian shard was still pressed hard against my inner wrist. Its surface was unnervingly cold, a deep, frozen chill that seemed to suck the heat out of my blood. Beneath it, my mark was quiet. Dead quiet. I hated how much I missed its steady, comforting thrum. And I hated even more how much relief I felt that Kael couldn't see into my head right now. “And if I let go?” I asked, my fingers cramping around the stone.

"Ejakpa bridge? Hmm. That area is filled with gangsters. I know most of them." "Is he a new person in the area? Or do i know him?" "I don't think you know him boss." "I see." Sammy interrupted. "Boss, you haven't said anything yet about that stuff." "Which?" "Odeshi." "Oh! Yeah. That's true. Odeshi needs to take place. We can't trust anyone. Don't even trust your self because no one can be trusted. Understand?" "Yes, boss." They all replied. "One of these days, we would travel to odejim jim. He would activate odeshi on us."

I order. “Why can’t you do it?” he asks in confusion. “Because that shard is solidified God’s blood. Neither of us can touch it. God’s blood is as lethal to us as cobalt is to you, now please do as I ask,” I stress urgently. Sebastian blinks in surprise, but nods in compliance, walking over and crouching down as he withdraws the shard from his chest. “Zarseti!” Oshmin shouts. “You brought a human to a battle to die and now Jartre is going to destroy everything in his path. What the fuck were you thinking?!”

In a moment of sheer audacity, I pulled the journal out and opened it on my lap. ​ "What is the Silver Shard?" I asked, looking up at his reflection in the rearview mirror. ​ Kael’s lips barely moved. "A question better saved for the journey. It’s an artifact your ancestors stole to neutralize the Silver Moon’s lineage. We are simply taking it back." ​ "And why am I the 'unblooded female'?" ​ "Because your mother, in her cleverness, used the ritual to hide the Shard inside the one person no Alpha would ever touch: the wolf-less failure. The Shard is housed within your unshifted essence, making you magically invisible to every wolf in the continent—save for one."

She felt very small. Up ahead, she saw a house. But it did not look like a normal house. It was not made of wood. It was not made of bricks. It was made of black glass. The glass was dark and shiny. The house looked like a giant box of shadows sitting on the cliff. There were no trees around it. There were no flowers. There was only the black glass and the gray sky. People called this house "The Obsidian." It was a very expensive and a very scary place.

It was a small thing, a tiny spark of defiance in a mountain of greed. I carefully slid the shard through the narrow slats of the grate. “Don't blink, Jess,” I prayed. Just look down. The obsidian fell. It was a silent, dark streak in the silver light. It hit the stone floor with a tiny clink that sounded like a thunderclap in the oppressive silence of the room. My heart stopped.

"Every shard is a transceiver. They are turning the Earth into a massive Passive Radar Array. They’re waiting for the Overseer fleet to return, and they’re building a beacon to guide them back." The Physiology of the Shards The shards operated on a Swarm-Intelligence model, utilizing a "Molecular Consensus" to decide their next form. FeatureData PointThreat Level MaterialLiquid Carbon-Mercury IsotopeExtreme (Self-Repairing) MetabolismKinetic & Thermal AbsorptionHigh (Harder to hit, stronger it gets) CommunicationSub-Quantum EntanglementAbsolute (Zero Latency) The Hunt: The Starlight Squad