Obsidian Shards Novels & Stories

Lysandra, gracefully weaving through the battlefield, whispered into the wind, "We must find the shard's resonance. Let it guide us." As the guardians battled on, Sasha felt a pull, a gentle tug at the core of her being. Holding the timepiece close, its glow began to resonate with a distant, shimmering light. "There!" she exclaimed, pointing towards a confluence of strands, where a radiant shard floated, held in place by the very fabric of the Nexus. Alec, fending off multiple apparitions with deft swordplay, shouted, "We must push through, together! That shard is our key."

“What is this?” Nicola stood, wiping her hands on her pants. She reached for the shard, her fingers brushing against its surface. A jolt of energy shot through her, and images flooded her mind - flashes of Lyra, the altars, and a massive, pulsating structure at the heart of a dark forest. “It’s connected to the nexus,” she said, her voice trembling. “This... this shard is part of the network.” Dylan frowned. “Can we use it?” Nicola shook her head. “I’m not sure. But it’s a clue - something we didn’t have before.”

“We move slowly, deliberately. No rushing. Let them react to us instead of the other way around.” Bastion knelt near the edge of the rock, tracing the terrain with his fingers. “The shard is a tool, not just a weapon. Its pulse is responsive—it can detect Echo-Binder energy. Use it carefully. It will warn you of traps or presence, but it also reacts to fear. Keep your resolve steady.” I closed my eyes briefly, letting the warmth from the shard seep into my veins. The pulse synced with my heartbeat, a steady thrum that reminded me of the vault, of my mother’s echoes, of the choices I had made. My confidence returned in small increments.

“I see things… strange things. Like my reflection isn’t really mine.” She looked at me with concern. “Ella, you’ve been through so much. Maybe you need to give yourself time to heal. Don’t let fear take hold.” But how could I? The more I tried to ignore the signs, the more insistent they became. --- One evening, I returned home to find my apartment door slightly ajar. My breath caught as I pushed it open, heart pounding in my ears. The room was untouched, not a thing out of place — except the mirror hanging in the hallway. Its surface was shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading out like fractured veins.

The spell he whispered drew thick dark drops of liquid leaking from his body, rolling down his arm, and out. "Risthor tiem uhlanor yreit." These miniscule droplets, converged into a long arm-length spiral lake, twisting and circling the white floating rocks, slowly seeping into them, soaking the crystals in deep blackness. These were what Ekron called: The Shards Of Darkness. His darkness. Another snap from his fingers, forced each shard to appear in front of a lord, a supposed demigod he had summon, and so did a key: brilliantly shimmering, fighting off the dark progeny from the shards beside it.

But she's strong, she's an Alpha and a Lycan at that. " I have started working on your release. A healer is working on preparing an antidote that would break the chains so you can be free.." Richard replied. Isabella said nothing else. She felt a ray of hope in those words. She wished she could live to see the day that antidote would arrive. If Lukas confronts her at this point, she knows she would fall before him like a weakling. Infact, the weakest of the warriors would defeat her in her present state.

Black dots danced in my vision from the suddenness of the pain and I pressed my fingers hard into my temples, dropping the gun I stole. The pain from before was back—only worse. So much worse. The black dots grew in my vision and fear gripped me at the sudden blindness. I heard Gabriel’s footing cease and retreat back to me. “Suthard! What are you doing? Come on!” My head pressurized to the point where I could start to feel my limbs fail me. My body crashed onto the dirt road and I wasted no time letting the darkness encompass not only my sight, but all my senses. -

Vanya's POV I remembered that there was an ordinary obsidian at this auction. It looked gray and unpolished, with a rough and uneven surface, so no one paid much attention to it. But in reality, it was an obsidian blessed by the Moon Goddess. If placed within a pack, it could influence the pack and the surrounding area. It could even strengthen the protective barriers of the pack's territory. Now that I've decided to leave Cliff, I need to secure my own future.

Elara’s POV The pack house was in chaos. Screams and howls echoed from outside as shadow creatures slammed against the protective barriers. The Obsidian Curse was no longer content to stay inside me — it was calling its own kind. Black tendrils of darkness slithered through the forest, attacking the outer walls, searching for weakness.

The mountain air over the Shimla ridges was crisper now, completely devoid of the sharp, chemical tang of ozone that had defined the Chronomos facility. Anaya reached down and scooped up the fused gunmetal cylinder, her fingers tracing the rusted gears of the old pocket watch embedded in its base. The crystal shard within was cold and hollow, a silent monument to a war fought in the shadows of time.