Onyx Obelisk Novels & Stories

Each step brought them closer to their goal - and to the danger waiting for them. Suddenly, the trees parted, revealing a massive clearing. At its center stood a towering obelisk, its surface etched with glowing runes. The air thrummed with power, the ground beneath their feet vibrating softly. “This is it,” Nicola whispered. Marla stepped forward, her expression grim. “The nexus.” Before they could approach the obelisk, a low growl echoed through the clearing. Shapes emerged from the shadows - beasts like the one they had fought at the last altar, their eyes burning with unnatural light.

These old fossils have no idea. Speaking of old fossils sat facing us all, Luna Sana waited, wedged into her smaller throne, just off to the right of Elle’s grand golden one. To the other side of Elle’s gigantic throne, the large black onyx dispenser and the golden goblets. Surrounding the clifftop were a series of tall, imposing flagpoles reaching up to ten metres into the dark sky. The banners tightly secured, not flying. Elle had probably intended satsuma and golden grandeur.

A wolf sprinted into the clearing, panting, her silver coat blood-smeared. “We found something,” she gasped. “At the hollow stones.” They followed her into the forest, past familiar markers and through twisted roots. It was a place sacred to the Crescent Fang pack—a circle of towering boulders where ancient rituals were once held. The clearing beyond the hollow stones had been defiled. In the center stood a massive obsidian obelisk, new and jagged, humming with dark energy. Around it, wolves lay unconscious in perfect circles, their bodies unharmed but their minds… gone. Their eyes stared blankly, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted.

Onyx waved his hand and slipped it inside his pocket. "You f*ucking w*hore!" Owen yelled, and Onyx's head shot back at him. Onyx's eyes darkened as he trembled with wrath. "Say that again! I dare you!" His chest shuddered with wrath as he growled. Not a single word came out of Owen's mouth as he started trembling in fear starting into Onyx's haunting eyes. Ophelia was shocked beyond words at Onyx's reaction and all she could do was let Onyx drag her to the elevator. Ophelia didn't realize she was staring at Onyx until he looked down at her and she cleared her throat. She took a step away from his arm, and his grip on her waist loosened.

In this twilight state between the mortal and divine realms, their forms shifted beautifully—sometimes appearing as solid, weathered elders holding onto the peace they had earned, and other times shimmering as radiant beings of pure spirit, untethered by time. The path cleared into a secluded glade, surrounded by ancient weeping willows whose silver leaves brushed the earth. In the center of the glade stood a massive, curved obelisk of dark, polished starmetal. It did not hum with aggressive power, but rather radiated a profound, heavy silence. It was the Cenotaph of the Fallen.

At the center rose a huge obelisk, its surface inscribed with runes that shimmered softly in the low light. “This is the moment,” Marcus stated. “The Eclipse Stone lies under this.” He placed his hand on the obelisk, and the runes shone more intensely. The earth shook, revealing a concealed door that slid open at its bottom. “Move,” Marcus insisted. Rowan and I rushed indoors, the room dim and chilly. In the middle of the room, atop an elevated pedestal, rested the Eclipse Stone. It radiated a gentle, silvery glow, its energy enveloping the atmosphere.

Alexander replied, while chucking. He opened the door, without hesitation. I stepped inside to be met with an annoyed Adonis. Alexander clearly slumped on the couch, while I took a seat opposite Adonis. "You can leave now." Adonis asked Alexander, while eying me carefully. "Yes Ozymandius" Alexander replied in a gruff voice while walking out the door. So his name was Ozymandius? "Ozymandius" I tested on my lips. I looked at Adonis - I mean Ozymandius, who had his eyes shining golden.

Kael placed a hand on its smooth surface, his magic pulsing faintly as he examined it. “There’s power in this thing,” he said. “Old and layered. It’s connected to the Veil somehow.” Valen frowned, keeping his distance. “Does it look like something we can break? If it’s another anchor for Morgana’s corruption, we should—” Before he could finish, the obelisk flared to life, emitting a deafening hum. The light it reflected shifted and fractured, forming ghostly images that hovered in the air around them. Elysia’s breath hitched. “What is this...?”

The preparations for the late King’s funeral took the entire day, blanketing the Onyxclaw estate in a heavy, reverent silence. The sounds of masonry and rebuilding were entirely halted; no hammers struck stone, and no voices were raised above a solemn whisper. The pyre was constructed in the centre of the ancient mountain crater – the highest, most sacred ground of the Onyxclaw territory, where the wind howled fiercely through the jagged peaks. It was built of dense, fragrant ironwood and pine, stacked high and draped in banners of black and silver.

The pair had familiarized themselves with the meteorite's interior, so they quickly located the Apex Obelisk. This Apex Obelisk was similar yet different from the one in Wonder's world. It was covered in dense inscriptions, which were the root of all things. Each inscription represented something different. Adrian located the inscription that represented life—the key to restoring the vitality of all things.