Shay Obsidian Novels & Stories

It is the first stitch in a new pattern. ​“Winnie,” Cassian says, his resonance turning soft and warm. “Look at the Grove.” ​I turn my gaze to the North. The Obsidian Tree is no longer a skeleton. It is covered in a canopy of diamond-white leaves, each one a tiny mirror of the shield above. And beneath the tree, standing in the silver light, is a young woman. She is a weaver, her hands moving with a grace that reminds me of my own. She is holding a shard of obsidian, looking up at the sky with a mixture of awe and determination.

I continued his explanation, “We discovered planted obsidian shards: enchanted, corrupted, and powerful—was found near our borders. It also contained some traces of the shard being used by a member of your pack, which is incriminating for you.” A collective murmur broke out. Colton narrowed his eyes. “What are you suggesting?” “We’re not suggesting,” Sebastian replied. “We’re informing you.” He raised his hand, gesturing towards Eamon who accompanied us here and brought the stuff we needed. The Beta stepped forward, presenting a cloth-wrapped shard embedded with dark cracks, pulsing faintly. It was the shard Nolan found during the dawn after the eclipse. Apparently, while cleaning up, he col

But she's strong, she's an Alpha and a Lycan at that. " I have started working on your release. A healer is working on preparing an antidote that would break the chains so you can be free.." Richard replied. Isabella said nothing else. She felt a ray of hope in those words. She wished she could live to see the day that antidote would arrive. If Lukas confronts her at this point, she knows she would fall before him like a weakling. Infact, the weakest of the warriors would defeat her in her present state.

She acted as the conduit, funneling the Mother’s vast, divine essence through my body and directly into the **Obsidian Shard**. The feedback was catastrophic. I felt my soul being used as a funnel for an ocean. The silver light poured through me, screaming as it was compressed into the black stone. The Mother’s face distorted, the blue dress tearing, the human mask slipping to reveal a terrifying, geometric horror beneath. "NO!" the chorus roared. "THIS IS NOT THE COMPLETION!" "It's the **End of the File**!" I yelled. The shard began to grow, expanding from a pebble into a pillar. It wasn't absorbing the world anymore; it was absorbing *her*. The violet mist around Silas was sucked into the

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

She reached into her satchel and took out a small, jagged piece of Obsidian from Mora's hut-a "Soul-Anchor." "You died for me once in a prophecy that wasn't real," she whispered, her tears falling on Kael's cold cheek. "You won't die for a truth I created." Elara didn't pray to the Moon. She spoke to the Shadow. She pressed the obsidian shard directly into the open wound on Kael's chest. He let out a silent, arched scream as the stone began to glow with a dark, hungry light. Then she took Kael's ceremonial dagger and cut a deep line across her own palm.

Vanya's POV I remembered that there was an ordinary obsidian at this auction. It looked gray and unpolished, with a rough and uneven surface, so no one paid much attention to it. But in reality, it was an obsidian blessed by the Moon Goddess. If placed within a pack, it could influence the pack and the surrounding area. It could even strengthen the protective barriers of the pack's territory. Now that I've decided to leave Cliff, I need to secure my own future.

“Do you feel that? Like someone is out there.” He followed my gaze but the cliffs looked empty. “I do not see anything. But I feel it too. The messages have stopped for now but something is still out there. Someone is still watching.” I leaned back into him, holding his hand tightly. “We will face it when it comes. Together. No matter who it is. No matter what new shadow appears. We have survived too much to let fear win now.” John kissed me softly. “Together. Always.” As we sat there under the stars with the ocean singing its eternal song, I realized the truth. Our love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful daughter and brought our family back together. But the obsession it created

She felt very small. Up ahead, she saw a house. But it did not look like a normal house. It was not made of wood. It was not made of bricks. It was made of black glass. The glass was dark and shiny. The house looked like a giant box of shadows sitting on the cliff. There were no trees around it. There were no flowers. There was only the black glass and the gray sky. People called this house "The Obsidian." It was a very expensive and a very scary place.

POV: Neoma The crown of obsidian moved across the stone. It possessed a dry, hollow auditory texture. It had separated from Nergal’s head when the artificial energy leached from his cells. It struck the stone altar with a sharp, discordant ring—the sound of cheap, unpolished rock rather than a divine artifact. It spun on its rim in an irregular, rhythmic wobble. The vibration traveled through the floor and into the soles of my boots. Then came the final, mechanical click as it came to rest against my toe.