Shay Obsidian Novels & Stories

Jessica's silhouette was like a star fallen to earth, her shadowed body encircled by a rune-studded circle. She was wearing translucent silk, her skin shiny with the anointing oils rubbed into her skin by Thorne's priests. “She looks like a Queen,” I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs. And they’re treating her like meat. I reached into my tunic and pulled out the shard of obsidian I’d scavenged. I had spent hours sharpening it against the stone of the lower tunnels until it was thin enough to slice through a heartbeat. It was a small thing, a tiny spark of defiance in a mountain of greed.

James had finally found the combination of inscriptions that could destroy the Obsidian Bodyʼs inscriptions after countless attempts. As long as he could hit Xayvion with this attack, James could instantly break Xayvionʼs Obsidian Body in their next battle. Then, he turned his gaze toward Hershya. Hershya was emanating a powerful and mysterious aura as numerous inscriptions floated around her seated form. “I wonder if she’s managed to master the inscriptions?” James muttered to himself.

“What do we do?” Adrian stood there silently for a moment. Then finally spoke. “We prepare.” Ryan sighed. “Again?” Adrian’s eyes hardened. “Yes.” Because Victor Hale had been the king of an empire. But the organization called Obsidian… Was something far more dangerous. And now… They knew exactly where to look. Right at the heart of the Foundation. The word on the screen refused to disappear. OBSIDIAN For several seconds, no one spoke. Ryan finally broke the silence. “…That name sounds expensive.”

KAI I stand motionless, enveloped by the ancient pines sprawling behind the Obsidian Shrine within the borders of the Silent Crest Grounds—the pack’s restricted burial terrain. Cain is positioned roughly ten feet ahead of me, his oversized dark lenses shielding his face from the first rays of dawn piercing the heavy timber canopy. The morning light isn't fully blinding yet, but he keeps them on to mask the lingering discoloration from Ethan's assault. The purple shadows aren't as severe as they were a few rotations ago, but they still carry the raw signature of the violence.

She stood right in the center of the spotlight, her small leather shoes planted firmly on the oak boards. But as she tilted her face up to face the crowd, her brilliant silver eyes flashed into a piercing void of raw, untamed lineage power a clean, magnificent majesty that violently matched Travis’s own energy field under the high roof. The rare lineage frequency hummed out from her tiny frame, so perfectly anchored by the Lunar-Vein Obsidian caked into her daily routine that it projected nothing but a calm, absolute authority.

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“This is one of our most productive shafts. There are rich veins here.” “Veins of Obsidian?” asked Owin. Furgus refrained from making a sarcastic reply. “Yes,” he said. “Obsidian is the primary stone found here. There are also veins of more . . . traditional value.” Randey wondered what he meant, until he looked at one side of the vast chamber. His eyes had adjusted to the dimmer light, and he saw streaks running through the rock face. They shone in the light with a yellowish reflection.

Zircon is pretending to puke and Vandal just looks unhappy. “Hurt my sister in any way and I will stab you through the heart with a stake and watch you explode!” Sapphire says to Obsidian when they come up for air. “I will do everything in my power to see that she is always happy,” Obsidian says, holding a blushing Emerald to him.

A scalpel where others swing swords. And Theo… poor, tragic Theo. He doesn’t even know what part he’s playing. A pawn convinced he’s a king. I slide open a drawer, the wood groaning like it resents me. Inside, the shard pulses—a sliver of obsidian wrapped in the remnants of her mother’s magic. Still alive, still twitching with the kind of power that ruins empires and makes grown alphas cry.

And then, they found it. A small shard of obsidian, pulsing with cold fire, buried deep in the rubble of the ritual chamber. It hummed with power, ancient and terrible, a piece of the Primordial itself. The moment Kaelen's fingers closed around it, he felt the darkness seep into his skin, burning like ice, whispering promises of oblivion. "Where is she?" Kaelen demanded, his voice raw, his grip tightening around the shard. "Where are they? Show me."