Onyx And Obsidian Novels & Stories

“I see that you brought some papers as well. Give that to me. I hope they’re sample designs.” “They are,” I confirm, and she flips through them immediately as soon as I hand over the files. Her face immediately goes slack with surprise and admiration. “Oh, these are gorgeous! I love the one that you designed with obsidian stones!” She shows me one of the sample designs, the interwoven gold that Émeraude is famous for, dotted with little emeralds. “I want this. Maybe don’t release this just yet because I want one for me that I can show off to my friends.”

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.

Elder Tony looked up from a leather-bound book at his office desk, his sharp gray eyes narrowing when he saw me. “Alpha Javonte,” he greeted, his voice rough but welcoming. “What brings you here so early?” I pulled the bracelet and figurine from my pocket, placing them on the table in front of him. “These showed up yesterday. No one saw who left them, but they came with a note.” Tony’s brow furrowed when he picked up the bracelet, his fingers running over the glowing stones. He held it up to the light, his expression thoughtful. “This is no ordinary piece of jewelry,” he murmured, setting it down before turning his attention to the figurine. “And this... Obsidian is rarely used without purpo

“And when closer together, shine just a little brighter. I thought this matched you two so I wanted to get it for you both. “The store took a while to get the correct sizes and also pack it up. I apologise for being late.” “It’s all fine,” Eden said grinning as he looked at the ring, imagining it in Noel’s slender fingers. Though they did not look as good as those slender fingers around his co- Not the time, Eden. The man thought, shaking his head in annoyance. “Black obsidian is made from cooling volcano rocks,” Fern said, looking at the items in Eden’s hands. “It is also often used to help with grounding, protection, healing. “As much as I am sceptical about this, I can see just how happy

He pants and growls in anger. Obsidian is used similar to silver for wolves and gold for Gods and Goddesses. It renders us powerless. The chants become louder as they crescendo and I feel a presence to the left of me. I turn my head and see a hooded figure moving closer. My eyes dart towards the dagger in its hand. It’s gold with a sapphire at the hilt. My eyes widen when I look back and see the face I never thought I would see here, doing this to me and her mate. Xena!

Hence, many did not care too much about it. “Indeed. Mount Ashok often spills out lava, which over time, hardens into a very valuable material — Ashok Obsidian. Ashok Obsidian itself is capable of containing and harnessing intense heat, were I to add this to the metal, it would no doubt be combined into a legendary weapon of alloy-make!”

Most Archons possessed the strength to challenge an Obsidian Dragon, and most chose to do so. That was why the highest-ranking token in Draconox was known as the Dracobsidian Token. Among the high-level tokens, it was the most common. Aureate Dragons were an entirely different matter. In the whole history of Draconox, only a handful of people had ever defeated one. Azure and Vermilion Dragons were beyond reckoning. Boreas' fear of Oscar came from experience. He had faced true dragons himself. He understood the gulf between obsidian and aureate.

Resonant Liquidation. The obsidian floor beneath the First Omega didn't just crack; it surrendered. The black stone turned a brilliant, molten orange in a circular radius of five feet. The basalt lost its mass, becoming a churning pool of geothermic energy. The First Omega’s boots—the ones that had never left a mark on the snow—suddenly sank.

“This pendent is very intriguing idea. The pendent is made of two different stones, but the question is why?” “I’m not really sure what you mean.” “It’s part Moonstone and part Obsidian. Moonstone dispels negative energy and provides grounding where needed. While the black obsidian is a stone used for protection and guards against psychic attacks.” “I don’t know much about it, only that is was my mothers.” “And that makes me wonder the person your mother is, but maybe that’s a question that’s best to leave for another time.” She walks away leaving many questions that I’m hoping one day will be answer by someone. Who is my mother? The only thing I know of her is her name, and that would be S

Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen. "They are the hunters of the Void," Nyx said, his voice a low, rhythmic vibration of fear. "They were built with 'Anti-Shadow' marrow. Our blades won't even scratch them." Silas looked at the warriors of the pack. They were standing their ground, but their faces were pale, their scents sharp with the metallic tang of impending death. They had just found their voices, only to be faced with the ultimate silence. He looked at Lyra. She was standing in the center of the ruins, her obsidian crown glowing with a violent, rhythmic pulse. She wasn't looking at the