Onyx And Obsidian Novels & Stories

This is going to end badly, said Nira. The Tradition guards, though outmatched by Kaelen's power, stood their ground, shielded by the law of the Council. But it was Elder Corwin who made the decisive move. From his robe, he pulled out a small leather pouch, which he threw to the ground with a thud. Instantly, a dozen wolves of the Guard of Tradition raised their hands, revealing bracelets encrusted with fragments of moonstone. It was not ordinary moonstone, but its mineral cousin: lunar obsidian, extracted from the deepest mines, whose sole property is to temporarily neutralize that of wolves.

It was how I called Ona after the fall, the reason she was able to respond so quickly. Moving aside the bands made of jade and coral, I wrap my hand around the final one, the one made of obsidian, and send a pulse of energy through it, opening up the link. A few minutes later I receive a responding pulse and I know she will be here as soon as she can.

Two Weeks Later — Obsidian Ridge Obsidian Ridge had not seen this many wolves gather in centuries. The land itself seemed to know it. Basalt cliffs rose like the ribs of an ancient beast, black stone veined with silver mineral seams that caught the sun and fractured it into shards of light. The air hummed—thick with anticipation, old magic, and the restrained power of thousands who understood they were about to witness something that would be spoken of for generations. This was not a children's ceremony.

hand on him even if we tried so hard, I was already going crazy and there was a barricade to how fast I could think, death was calling to everyone and I was no exception, what do we do against such strong opponent if Leonard was strong then this opponent was on a whole another level and we were the ones to stop him, the only three who knew how hard the situation was. I didn't talk much he was already in action and he used some kind of summoning to bring forth his creature They were like an army and they stood behind us. "What are you trying to do?" I asked, and I knew they were his artwork. "Twenty-five of my soldiers I would fight alongside them to conquer him." He said, but I knew he coul

Below us, the clouds parted to reveal Onyx City. It wasn't just a city; it was a fortress of glass and light hidden deep within the caldera of an extinct supervolcano. Towering skyscrapers of black obsidian and steel pierced the sky, connected by glowing sky bridges. Maglev trains zipped between the spires like silver veins. It was a marvel of Lycan engineering, a place where ancient magic met cutting-edge technology. "It’s... massive," Ashren whispered. "It houses two million Lycans," I said. "The wealthiest, most powerful packs in the world live here. It is a long way from the log cabins of Silver Creek."

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

I heard Alejandro gasp, and a sharp intake of breath that seemed to echo through the arena. Black blood poured from the wound. It was thick and dark, not the bright red of human blood, but the deep black of Lycan blood mixed with poison. It poured through Alejandro's fingers as he pressed his hand against his side, and I saw the pain in his golden eyes. Silver was poison to Lycans, and I knew that the wound would not heal quickly. It would not heal at all until the silver was removed. And even then, it would take time. Alejandro fell to one knee, and the crowd gasped.

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

“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.

"And what are we mixing the core metal with, Architect?" "Everything," I said, picking up the heavy tectonic battery. The spinning black water inside seemed to pulse in response to my touch. "We are going to build the Obsidian Engine. And then we are going to show the rest of this world exactly what the humans and the wolves can do when we stop playing defense."