Onyx Obelisk Novels & Stories

They crept forward until the trees parted into a clearing—and stopped. There, in the center of the glade, stood a massive stone obelisk. Cracked and covered in moss, it pulsed faintly with purple light. Around its base, symbols were carved deep into the rock—some recognizable, others not. A ring of bones circled the structure. Elias stepped closer, examining the carvings. “This is a gate marker.” Serena frowned. “Not a full portal?” “No. More like a… message board for the Gateborn. This is where they regroup. Leave signs.”

I was still angry. The town lay a short walk past the wall. It began subtly with grey brick, progressing into short building and quaint shops. At the centre of it all stood a tall ivory obelisk. It towered over all the other buildings with large circular symbols carved into it. The symbol that was drawn on all four sides of the structure was of wolf howling with the moon in the background. "It's a territory mark," began Aeren," it shows that this particular area is dominated by the lycanthropes. All cities and town have one. They are necessary in preventing conflict between the three races."

At first he thought it was just another bone. There were plenty of bones down here. Animal bones. Crawler bones. Things he preferred not identifying. This one was different. It sat on a stone altar near the back chamber. Protected by nothing. Just sitting there. Waiting. Nero frowned. It looked... Ordinary. About the length of his forearm. Dark ivory. Old. Very old. Carvings spiraled around its surface. Tiny symbols. Thousands of them. Not decorative.

“It remembers.” They continued through corridors etched with carvings depicting the rise and fall of civilizations Darion had never heard of. Some images showed beings of impossible shape—curved shadows, star-eyed titans, wingless angels falling through shattered worlds. Others showed warriors bearing symbols similar to Darion’s pendant, as if the prophecy had roots far older than he imagined. Suddenly, the chamber ahead came alive with shifting light. As they entered, the whispers silenced instantly. In the center stood a floating obelisk, wrapped in chains forged of pure darkness. The chains pulsed like serpents, tightening and loosening as though the obelisk breathed.

I hissed in pain as my arms were being stretched forcefully forward with my left leg. Fear started rising up in my body as I came closer to the object. My breath hitching up – still trying to pull myself against the invisible thread that held me, a single tear left my eye. I do not know if it was from the hurt from the invisible strings or the fear that rose up in my nerves. I looked ahead and saw a tall shiny black obelisk that stood tall. The clouds were being sucked in on the top of the pointed obelisk and the waters drained down at the base. It was so noiseless as it did so. Almost as if it was muted.

When they reached the cliffs, the sight before them made Lyla’s breath catch. The Ridge wolves were gathered in a tight formation, their glowing eyes scanning the forest. At the center of their camp stood a massive stone obelisk, its surface etched with runes that pulsed with dark energy. The shadow’s fragments seemed to converge around it, their energy swirling like a storm. “What is that?” Jonas asked, his voice filled with unease. “It’s a focus,” Corin said grimly. “The fragments are using it to anchor themselves to rebuild what was lost when the shadow’s core was destroyed.”

And at the center stood a monument. It was not a statue, nor a shrine. It was a crystalline obelisk, jagged and floating inches above the ground, wrapped in chains made of the same silvery metal used in the ancient Crescent bonds. The air around it shimmered with pressure, and every breath felt too thick to swallow. Aria approached slowly, her footsteps echoing. “What is this?” Kael whispered. Veyla finally spoke, her voice ethereal. “The First Memory.” Everyone turned. “The what?” Lucien asked sharply.

Dianne and Robert suddenly looked at each other. As they approached the center of the village ruin, there was a small but open temple. It was elevated about half a meter and has four staircases forming each side of the temple. The temple had a frozen statue of a man standing with a long staff on his right hand. At the front of the temple, there were three obelisks surrounding a circular center. The obelisks had markings carved on them. “Is this the mage?” Dianne asked as she saw the frozen statue.

We passed plazas paved with bioluminescent tiles that flickered as we passed. In the center of the city stood a tower different from the rest. It wasn't made of metal. It was made of diamond. It was a massive, translucent obelisk, tapering to a needle point that aimed straight at the surface, miles above. Floating around the tip of the obelisk was a ring of focusing lenses huge, circular discs of glass the size of Ferris wheels "The Prism," Leo said. "It's a planetary alignment tool. They used it to stabilize the ley

But this wasn't a basement. They were in a massive, natural cavern deep beneath the city—the ancient roots of the Blackwood territories. But the stone here had been desecrated. Massive copper cables, thick as tree trunks, were pierced into the earth, pulsing with a rhythmic, green light. In the center of the cavern sat the Grand Obelisk. It was twenty stories tall, a jagged tooth of emerald glass that hummed with a sound that made their teeth ache. It was "breathing," drawing the natural magic out of the soil and converting it into the cold, geometric data of the Architects.