Arcane University Oblivion Novels & Stories

Laura smiled, a profound sense of pride warming her features as she signaled the end of the trial. Her students had officially graduated, becoming the new generation of protectors for the highlands. ​While the academy celebrated its first graduates, Dave and Lorenzo were miles away, riding hard across the rugged, wind-swept terrain of the western frontier. ​According to the ancient archival scrolls recovered from the lower vaults, this remote region held the legendary Forgotten Gates—subterranean thresholds that predated the obsidian veins and contained dormant energetic frequencies from the very dawn of the realm. ​Dismounting their horses at the base of a sheer, mist-shrouded cliff face, D

The house stretches endlessly around us, all dark polished wood and gold light and looming oil paintings of dead men who probably ordered executions between courses at dinner. Nothing here feels normal, even the silence feels expensive. “What exactly is this job?” I ask finally, mostly because I need something else to focus on besides the image of his mouth on mine replaying in my head every five seconds. Leon glances back at me briefly. “Archiving.” “That sounds fake.” “It sounds boring,” he corrects. “Which is why nobody has taken the job.” He leads me down a long hallway lined with locked black doors before stopping outside one at the very end. His palm presses briefly against a hidden pa

Kade, Rian, Seraphine, and Sorrel are in the center of the group. Selene? She drifted wherever she pleased. Rian whispered, “I really don’t like that the walls are breathing.” “They’re not breathing,” Kade muttered. “They’re pulsing with layered luminous rings bound to an ancient reality spine.” Rian gulped. “That somehow sounds worse.” The tunnel spiraled downward, carved from black stone veined with faint blue patterns. At regular intervals, circular nodes glowed in the ceiling—Arcana sealing glyphs that had clearly been overwritten.

“Just earlier, I was trying to put the puzzles together. After he tapped into James’ soul, his Primordial Spirit transversed into the Xanadu Realm. He cultivated Oblivion Power, which we, the Nine Gods of Nothingness, had joined hands to seal away. “In essence, the opponent James faces now is hardly any weaker than Waitara Path's Soremsia. It's a calamity in its own right, dubbed the Oblivion Tribulation. “If James fails to overcome the ordeal, he’ll not have the chance to become the Supreme Path.” “Furthermore, it’s almost time the Waitara Path’s Soremsia returns. Soon, James will have to confront even more pressure and challenges.” With a resigned look, Lesia said, “At this point, the grea

Beside him, Beta Eli stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his keen gaze fixed on the parchment spread across the ironwood—the official High Council decree bearing Alpha Logan’s forged allegations. "Alpha Cassian, with all due respect, we must tread carefully," Elder Vane said, leaning forward. His withered hands trembled slightly against the table, his knuckles pale. "The High Council's laws regarding unregistered dark magic and rogue witches are centuries old. If Logan has convinced the High Council that this girl possesses corrupted magic, harboring her puts the entire Midnight Syndicate at risk. They could freeze our international trade routes! Our border posts could be blockaded b

Alaric's expression kept changing with the level of shock each word gave. "That can't be true. Sorcery no longer exists!" He insisted. "You're so in denial, Alpha. It very much does, people like Liv practice it, and people like Samantha and Julian enable it. We've handled a few other cases at Arcana Hills. All students found practicing were expelled," Carol said.

Lawrence’s POV That bitter, earthy stench did not belong within these walls. Half an hour before danger woke Maya in our bed, my Primal Wolf scent caught it drifting through the arrow slits of the north corridor — thin, sweet yet rotten, cold and unnatural. Not brimstone, not battle pitch: Root of Oblivion. A toxin forbidden by Northern law for a thousand years, known to blight new life and rot unborn young within minutes.

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

Vexon's head shot up, shaking as he stammered, "You want to trade your beneficence to call your husband's soul back? Are… are you sure?" "Yeah." Aria acted like she'd just made the most ordinary decision in the world. "Please take me to the deepest part of Mournglow River. I know Lethe's job isn't just about brewing the Oblivion Draught." Vexon stared at her, unable to snap out of it for the longest time. Everyone knew how crucial beneficence was for people who practiced the arcane.

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”