Onyx And Obsidian Novels & Stories

“That’s fine. Didn’t expect you to answer that one anyway, Mystery Muse. How about this instead: your favorite cake flavor.” “Pass.” “Seriously? Why? It’s just cake. Strawberry, Vanilla, Carrot, Coconut, Chocolate... Okay, fine. How about…favorite color?” That’s harmless enough. “Obsidian black.” He frowns. “Why Obsidian?” “Its beauty can be deceitful. It's easy to trap a soul with a Gematone stone, which is such a beautiful obsidian black relic that people always obsess over.” It’s surprisingly difficult to keep from laughing at the expression that crosses the dragon's face; a mix of taken aback, confusion, amusement, and something like concern.

Channeling the Star-Code, he reached into the exposed earth, drawing upon the deep, silicate minerals buried in the bedrock. Massive, jagged spikes of pure, black obsidian erupted from the bottom of the trench, angling outward toward the south like a field of deadly, glass spears. Any vehicle that attempted to cross the gap would have its undercarriage shredded and its axles snapped in a millisecond. "Neema!" Baraka called out next. The sonic-manipulator stepped forward, her hands glowing with a soft, vibrating white light.

Even though it grew on a monster, the scale known as the Dragon Snake's Scaly Crystal was one of the three most solid materials in the creation of weapons. "It's no wonder that the spear could not pierce through it as it turns out to be the Dragon Snake's Scaly Crystal. It seems that luck is on my side this time." Caspian smiled as he stared at the triangular head. At that time, the Obsidian-Scaled Dragon Snake's eyes revealed a hint of cruelty. Obsidian-Scaled Dragon Snakes lived in dark and damp places. That kind of place was often in the valleys and mountainsides, so finding one was extremely difficult, making the Dragon Snake's Scaly Crystals extremely rare.

POV EMMA BELLE The sky didn't turn white or indigo; it turned the color of Polished Onyx. Above the harbor, the Obsidian Spire—the original seat of the lineage—began to expand. Its surface, once a tapestry of integrated vines and living stone, shed its organic skin like a snake. Beneath the moss and the marble lay the "Prime-Metal": a cold, indestructible substance that had waited through 140 chapters for its rightful owner to claim it.

Elara’s POV The air in the pack house had grown thick with the scent of blood and fear. I could hear the chaos outside — wolves howling in pain, the sickening sound of shadow creatures tearing through stone and flesh. The Obsidian Pack, the strongest in the region, was crumbling because of the darkness that lived inside me.

After inquiring, they learned that the jewelry set in Juniper's possession was the last one ordered and wouldn't be available again until next year. "I'm sorry, sir, but this set was specifically ordered for Miss Juniper Reed. It's not possible to obtain another one at the moment," the sales clerk explained politely. Upon hearing this, Sunny, who was accustomed to getting what she wanted, began to simmer with anger. "Then you will have to get me her set," Sunny demanded. "I'm sorry, Miss, that's not possible," the sales clerk reiterated with a calm smile. Sunny, furious, responded, "How is that not possible? I'm pregnant, and it's only right to have what my baby desires. So what's stopping y

In the future, as Adrian's faction grew, he could teach this technique to new apprentices under his command. "Really?" Adrian felt excited by the prospect. Still, he was not naive. There must be some undisclosed motives behind Obsidian's actions. Obsidian seemed to sense Adrian's doubt and said, "I'm doing this to help you and to assist Laney and the others." Obsidian had been thinking about what lies ahead for Laney and the other monsters. Should they keep living in fear in this wild valley, always at risk from humans? Or should they find another way? Adrian's arrival had brought a solution, one that Obsidian saw as good. Therefore, he chose to let Adrian help them. Plus, Obsidian had a sec

I bite out and he chuckles. “I can see that,” With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he begins to stroke me. “Look at me, Adrian.” He orders, his green eyes staring deep into mine as he strokes my dick. “Unzip my trousers and bring out my cock.” He instructs. I nervously lick my lower lips, obliging. I unzip his trousers, bringing out his hard dick. “Touch me, Solnyshko.” His voice is low, dry, and husky. I nod and I begin to stroke his dick, just the same way he does mine.

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms