Onyx And Obsidian Novels & Stories

[Obsidian Veins] The smell of scorched flesh and ozone was so thick I could taste it on the back of my tongue. I looked down at the surgical tray, where a jagged, bloody mess of bone and muscle had been replaced by a gleaming, predatory limb of dark obsidian and silver-tech. Dante hadn't just survived the surgery; he had sacrificed the last of his human warmth to become something I could no longer recognize.

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.

For a moment, I don’t speak as I consider their words, and when none of the group seems like they’re going to budge, I let out a long breath. “And how exactly do you plan on us sneaking in with such a big group?” “Why sneak?” Ronda smirks. “Why not take them head-on?” Why? Because they were fucking huge and we were… Well, we were us. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but Onyx River and Obsidian River are two of the largest and most deadly syndicates out there.” “And?” Sebastian chuckles. “Do you really think that we’re afraid of something like that? I don’t know if you’re aware, but we can match their numbers.”

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

POV: Neoma The crown of obsidian moved across the stone. It possessed a dry, hollow auditory texture. It had separated from Nergal’s head when the artificial energy leached from his cells. It struck the stone altar with a sharp, discordant ring—the sound of cheap, unpolished rock rather than a divine artifact. It spun on its rim in an irregular, rhythmic wobble. The vibration traveled through the floor and into the soles of my boots. Then came the final, mechanical click as it came to rest against my toe.

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

Mum asks, looking from Ares to Mummo, and to Vaari again, when Osric moves behind her, sensing she is worried. "There are two sets of stone bowls that flow into one another I believe one set is black labradorite, in the right light it flares red. The other is rainbow moonstone otherwise known as white labradorite, and flares blue and purple. I think I heard Deborah call it labradorescence when she was showed Benjamin her pentad," Ares explains, stepping away from cooking, as one of their kitchen helpers takes over.

“The Copper Wolf, whose fur burns like a forge fire and whose arrival reshapes the world, and the Obsidian Wolf, described as ‘the shadow that does not swallow the flame but holds it steady.’” “The Obsidian Wolf is identified as the Copper Wolf’s fated mate,” Alara continued, picking up the thread. “A wolf of black fur and immense power whose strength is not diminished by the bond but given direction by it.” “Where the Copper Wolf is described in terms of change, fire, and upheaval,” Orion added, “the Obsidian Wolf is described in terms of stillness, weight, and dominance. The text suggests they are not simply romantic partners but two halves of a single force, and that neither can fulfil th

I sat in the high solar of the Spire, my fingers tracing the permanent, metallic veins that now ran from my fingertips to my collarbone, they didn't pulse with heat anymore, they hummed with a low-frequency stability that kept the city’s foundations from dissolving into the after-shocks of the Rift. "The southern packs have sent their first shipment of obsidian-glass," Koran said, entering the room, he looked tired, his silver-shadow aura a thin veil compared to the roaring furnace it had once been, "They’re using it to reinforce the sea-walls, Jaxon is overseeing the installation." "And Kaelen?" I asked, my voice sounding harmonized, as if a second, deeper version of myself was speaking alo

CRYSTAL A shiver ran down my whole body making the brush between my fingers drop on the wooden floor. “I didn't tell you to stop,” his whisper tickled my ear. I didn't move. I relaxed into him as my body gradually melted underneath him. He pressed another brush into my trembling hands and I resumed painting but I couldn't,my hands suddenly lacked their strength making me drag the color in the wrong direction— I was slowly losing focus. I couldn't stop painting to avoid being punished by him. My experience from the other night has taught me to obey when Jaden took a possessive edge. I felt my inside grow hot and my thigh clenching together on their own, desperate for friction.