Onyx Obelisk Novels & Stories

Killian’s hand never left mine. “This place remembers,” he said under his breath. “Yes,” I agreed. “And it remembers blood.” The main chamber was circular, with a domed ceiling painted in celestial sigils. A broken altar sat at the center, cracked down the middle like a cleaved skull. But what caught my attention was what surrounded it: Six obelisks. Each etched with runes, each glowing faintly red. Foci. “They’re channeling spells from here,” I breathed. “Which means if we break them—” Aric started.

There were no thread markings here no signs of Gatekeepers or Hollow-born. Only silence. On the third morning, the earth changed. Soft. Elastic. As if we walked on breathing ground. We found the basin at dusk a hollow crater with a single black obelisk at its center. The shard in Elira’s hand began to glow. Not gold. Not violet. But a shade we had no name for something like dusk before thunder. “This is where it begins,” she whispered. 4. The Obelisk’s Pulse The obelisk wasn’t tall maybe twice my height but it radiated something that pushed the world away.

Curse on them all, he would now have to slay Olobiri quickly, which would be less than the madman deserves. His challenger already stood waiting. Olobiri, the skeleton smith, the bone gatherer, the bane of Benin was albino, tall and handsome. Nearly as tall as Arualan, wider at the shoulders with arms the size of tree trunks. Garbed in his terrible bleached bone armor, a large buffalo skull for helm sat firmly on his dreadlocked head. In each of his hands, he held a long-jagged knife made of bones; a collection of human skulls decorated his waist, clattering together in the evening breeze, finger bones taken from his victims, held together on a string was tied around his neck. Olobiri was ap

As she stepped off the plane, she could feel the allure of the city's rich history and the whispers of ancient civilizations that echoed through its streets. Luna's first stop was the iconic Giza Plateau, home to the legendary Pyramids of Giza and the enigmatic Sphinx. Standing before these majestic structures, Luna couldn't help but be in awe of their sheer size and the incredible architectural achievements of the ancient Egyptians. She marveled at the intricate details and tried to fathom the stories that these ancient monuments held within their timeless walls.

She glanced at Gabriel, whose piercing green eyes met hers. "Ready for whatever comes," she murmured, echoing their earlier promise. "Always," he replied, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine despite the heat. They rounded a bend, and the jungle opened up to reveal a clearing. In the center stood an obelisk, ancient and covered in vines, yet unmistakably the landmark indicated on the map. Amelia approached it, her fingers trailing along the cool stone, feeling the grooves of long-forgotten symbols.

At some point in his existence, Vandokar managed to steal one of the original black obelisks created by the enigmatic group known as the Weavers, as well as getting lost, until the moment when Tsuki Miki wandered across the swamp of the priesthood, which was located near an ancient, destroyed temple. Tsuki was giving thanks to god or devil, in which he was a specific creature that had no trouble breathing miasma as he roamed the place, amidst an immense treasure chest, which was sunk in a destroyed temple on the periphery of the worlds. abandoned, and no one would see amidst blood and swords. Meanwhile, Tsuki roamed the place, bargaining with monsters in exchange for passage, a deer, or anyt