Onyx Vs Obsidian Novels & Stories

he kills me too. He would have to use our blood together for the sacrifice or was there another way for him to complete his task? I was still dwelling on my nemesis when I dodged a fire shot reflexively, it was more like a laser guided shot and it was precise. It was different from what Leonard used in terms of a fire shaped like a ball. This was the power of his creature. My claws and teeth were out and I moved as fast as I could. I had strengthened my muscles to be able to move at top speed but no matter how fast I moved he only dodged them and got me under control. I could not lay a single finger on him. What should I do? He was overwhelmed and I was reaching my limit.he doesn't seem to

"I -" "I brought you some more!" She cut in with her very irritating voice, pointing to the center table I'd only just noticed. There were multiple boxes lying on it, and I watched her ramble on about the items in them. "There's some sapphire, onyx and even obsidians! You like hunting so I thought you'd want your craftsmen to make you some weapons out of obsidians. I wanted to bring a diamond sculpt, but -" "Are you now spying on my pack?" I said as calmly as I could, yet it slipped somehow into a growl. She didn't flinch in the slightest, instead she shook her head and folded her arms.

Hence, Caspian was surprised as not only was the snake unharmed, but a burst of sparks even formed upon colliding with the Ghoul-Locker Spear. However, when Caspian saw the deep green scale twinkling under the snake's throat, Caspian immediately understood and blurted out, "Obsidian-Scaled Dragon Snake!" After confirming the monster's type, Caspian's eyes flashed with excitement. The Obsidian-Scaled Dragon Snake was also known for being indestructible among the monsters, but what was unbreakable was only the dark green scale under its throat. 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 weap

Megan pressed closer now with the kids. "If we thought Item 13 was bad news, this is worse, Megan. Much worse." He keyed in a set of command through a touch keyboard that had appeared below the image and a new page appeared, and what confronted Megan made her blood run cold. The small strange-looking octagon-shaped objects inside the structure were nanites – she should have guessed as much with all her sci-fi knowledge – but not the everyday kind; if there were everyday kinds. These ones had been programmed with some kind of high-level intelligence which was purported to make them harder to detect, harder to evade, harder to counteract.

He wore them as a sign of brutality, a fear tactic that would not work on our Phoenix wolf. His deep crimson skin stretched over muscles that looked capable of tearing through stone. Two enormous obsidian horns swept back from his forehead, their surfaces scarred and pitted from countless battles. A smile curved his lips—cruel, cold, utterly devoid of warmth. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in my veins. Obsidian. Black as his horns, black as the void between stars. Looking into them felt like staring into oblivion itself. He stopped. Those black eyes locked onto Storm.

But we both know the Lyc-Barrier is out of date. Bryce let out a long, heavy sigh, the frustration of a misunderstood inventor leaking through his Alpha mask. You're right. It's cheap, and people like cheap. They use Phase-Shifted Obsidian because it's easy to source, but it's unstable. One bad electrical storm or a shift in the lunar cycle, and the whole system develops blind spots. My Crystalline Night-Strand tech doesn't have those weaknesses. It's rock solid in any weather. But no one wants to pay the premium for 'reliability' until it's too late.

a booming baritone voice roared. Jabari erupted from cover. He didn't wait for the Hound to strike. His skin was already fully crystallized into jagged, highly reflective black obsidian. He threw his entire, hyper-dense mass forward, executing a flawless, low-angle rugby tackle. Jabari’s obsidian shoulder collided with the Hound’s midsection. The impact sounded like two speeding trains crashing head-on. Jabari grunted in shock as the Hound’s bio-armor actually held against his force. The creature didn't fly backward; it skidded, its claws carving deep gouges into the asphalt.

Kian, now fully operating in the black, was pale and watchful, a silent shadow assisting his chosen family. “I have secured a high-speed submersible patrol craft,” Kian informed her, handing over a sealed case containing a specialized breaching suit. “It is fast, undetectable by conventional radar, and rigged with a single, short-range kinetic dampener. It will get you close, Elias, but you will have to board the Valkyrie alone.” “Thank you, Kian,” Elias said, the depth of her gratitude immense. “Remember the lesson I taught Julian on Curaçao, Elias,” Kian advised, his eyes locked on hers. “The most dangerous opponent is the one who is tired of fighting. Anya is not looking for a victory; sh

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

It’s to be expected, I guess, given she’s never truly had a childhood. We walk into what looks like a jewellery store, but it doesn’t look like an overly expensive one. Sasha walks towards the counter to speak to the owner while I browse. There were beautiful timepieces on display, and I contemplated buying one for Michael to say thank you for everything until one particular timepiece caught my attention. It was jet black, and the label said it was made from obsidian ore, with silver and gunmetal inlays. But that wasn’t what caught my attention; it was the engraving on the edge of the face: