Surgical Obsidian Blade Novels & Stories

My instincts told me that it was something that I had been dreaming of my whole life so I took it without even asking her what it was. I hurriedly unwrapped it, and a pitch-black, glass-like sheath greeted me, with a dark, volcanic stone carved for a firm grip. My eyes came off while my jaw almost dropped to the floor. “Is… is this a sword?” I stuttered incredulously, eyes nailed to the object that was coldly laying on my palm. “Yes. It's called Obsidian Blade.” My eyes snapped back at her, “I thought silver weapons are not allowed in the house because it will burn our skin.”

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

Leaning in, her hands moved instinctively as though possessing a mind of their own. The blade cut through the skin and subcutaneous tissue, blood oozed from the incision, tainting the metal with a deep crimson color. “Suction.” A gloved hand moved, placing the tip of the instrument into the concerned area. The low, wet sound of suction filled the air. After successfully performing Craniotomy, the problem revealed itself fully. Olivia could see the damage was worse than she expected. “Damn it.”

All the other families could only stare in pity, but nobody dared to speak up for him. "Expel them from the Bronze Orchid." She said, and with that, she walked out as suddenly as she had arrived. The Park family head begged and begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. For a family that had been part of the Bronze Orchid, death was easier than expulsion. Some were crying, some were speechless, some were left shaking with fear, and others had their fates sealed. Blades slashed almost simultaneously, and blood-curdling screams erupted from every corner of the room. In seconds, blood gathered in large pools on the floor. Kamman almost wretched at the sight of limbs falling to the ground.

“It’s an obsidian knife, the sharpest knife in the world.” She took back the phone and examined the same image. “Good heavens, you’re right! It’s obsidian— three times sharper than a diamond and 500 to 1,000 times than a surgeon’s steel blade. Scalpels with obsidian blades have a cutting edge of only three nanometers thick and are said to heal with minimal scarring.” “We can only see a bit of it. If this knife is large enough…” I paused. “…it will be the murder weapon. It can cut through bones if its size is perfect,” she finished.

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

From it, she withdrew a long object wrapped in black velvet and bound with silver thread. “I swore never to show this to anyone,” Myra said. “But the fire has risen. And your blood is no longer silent.” Racheal stood. “What is it?” Myra untied the threads slowly, reverently. Inside was a blade unlike any Racheal had ever seen. Forged of obsidian and moonstone, it shimmered between shadow and light. Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.