Onyx Obelisk Novels & Stories

RONAN'S POV "Look at that." Kael pointed through the ash-thick air. Something dark rose from the gray wasteland. I wiped dust from my eyes. A stone obelisk stood ahead. Tall as three wolves standing on hind legs. Ancient symbols covered its surface. "More ruins," Kael muttered. His voice was still shaky from yesterday's whispers. We approached slowly. My wolf senses picked up something strange. Magic. Old magic that made my fur want to stand on end.

The Obelisk The next morning, they reached the city’s central obelisk — an ancient monument where ley lines converged. The area was crawling with hundreds of infected, led by an even more evolved fusion creature. The battle was one of their hardest yet. Kael fought like a god of war in his full wolf form. Damien unleashed centuries of pent-up rage. Serena, fueled by love and desperation, unleashed the strongest magic she had ever channeled. They secured the ley line crystal at great cost — Kael took another deep wound, and Serena nearly collapsed from magical burnout. As they retreated with the crystal, they looked out over the devastated city from a bridge.

At the center of the chamber stood a towering obelisk, its surface adorned with intricate symbols that pulsed with ethereal energy. Sasha approached the obelisk, her hand reaching out to touch its surface. As her fingertips made contact, a surge of power coursed through her, filling her with a sense of purpose. "Alec, I think this is it," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. "This obelisk, it's the key to unlocking the secrets of the astral realm." Alec joined her side, his eyes wide with wonder. "But how do we use it?"

Something calculated. They’d destroyed the Silverwatch Monument in the southeastern territory—a sacred site built to honor the first bloodline of that pack’s founding wolves. Statues broken. Stones overturned. The marble obelisk that bore the names of ancestors was smeared with what looked like crude markings—deliberate, almost taunting. I stood with a few of my elite guards at the edge of the site, the faint light of early morning glinting off cracked stone and scattered debris. The air was sharp, carrying the early signs of frost. My boots crunched against bits of granite as I slowly stepped through the wreckage.

I'm expecting it to also eject us from its vicinity at any moment. "I've never seen anything like this," Elena gasps, her eyes scanning every inch of the structure. Damon nods, his eyes lighting up. "It almost looks like it's made of silver." We circle the obelisk, trying to find any sort of entrance or clue as to what it is. But it's smooth and featureless, like it's been hewn from a single piece of metal. Alec places his hand on the obelisk, and the blue glow intensifies. The symbols start pulsing with light, and I feel a tingle pass through me. The energy field doesn't throw me back, though, like it did the creature.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

We meet again. As Lawrence s eyes adjusted, the first thing she saw was the writing on the walls: They were painted with the same hieroglyphics as in the hallway, only this time they were prayers to the pharaoh--"Do not decay. Do not rot. Stride into the Imperishable Stars. " There were chests that wouldnt close because they overflowed with gold coins and sparkling orange gems. An enormous collection of obelisks spread out before her. At least ten embalmed dogs and cats seemed to eye her.

Almost whispering, Lyra said, "This place gives me the creeps." Elara's palm rested lightly on her dagger's hilt as she nodded. "Remain alert. There is nothing amiable waiting for us here. The gang encountered a broad plaza as they proceeded farther into the city. A huge stone obelisk stood in the middle of it, its surface carved with elaborate runes that gave off a faint glow in the last of the light. Kael's breath caught in his throat at the sight of it. With a hint of wonder in his voice, he continued, "The Nexus Stone." "I've heard tales, but I never imagined seeing them firsthand."

Commands it. It is not ancient in the quiet, forgotten way most things are. It is ancient in the way of things that have been used again and again. The stone rises above them all, easily ten feet high, shaped like a tall, leaning obelisk. Symbols wind across its surface. Some eroded with age, others still sharp as a scream. A few glow faintly, pulsing in pale gold and sickly green. As if something unnatural brushed past long ago, and the stone never healed.

A shiver ran down my spine. "Do you feel it?" “Her voice lowered this time. Less intrusive. “This is where they brought me to an end.” I exhaled shakily. Then let’s end them. We made our way into the chamber in silence. The last tether loomed in the middle—a colossal obelisk hewn of black stone, filaments of silver energy rippling just beneath the surface. It was alive. Jameson tensed. “I don’t like this.”