Arcane University Oblivion Novels & Stories

I led the core: Ava, cradling Alexander in a warded sling that pulsed with Grandma's runes; Mara with her tech arsenal; and Grandma herself, cane tapping like a metronome of doom. The Ouroboros's lair was a cathedral buried beneath the Charles Bridge, its entrance a sewer grate warded with blood-ink sigils that screamed when we approached. Elias Draven shattered them with a gesture, his brother's counter-chant sealing the breach behind us. We descended into labyrinthine depths: vaulted chambers of obsidian and bone, lit by floating orbs that wept mercury tears. The air reeked of decay and dark alchemy—jars of hybrid hearts pulsing on shelves, altars stained with the remnants of failed ritual

Without his guidance, she would be lost, vulnerable, and exposed to the darkness that awaited her. Marcus delved into the arcane, deciphering ancient symbols, translating forgotten languages, and unraveling the mysteries of vampire mythology. He poured over ancient texts, consulted with other scholars, and conducted arcane rituals, all in an effort to understand the Crimson Zone and its secrets. He spoke of ancient rituals, of blood magic, of artifacts of immense power, and of the delicate balance between the mortal and the immortal. He explained the history of the Blood King, his rise to power, his reign of terror, and his ultimate downfall. He revealed the secrets of the ancient council, t

Looking at the heavenly general's dead body on the ground, Philip did not know what to say. After hearing the heavenly general’s words, Conlay's face changed drastically. “The Arcane Ocean?! I’ve heard about that place from my teacher. It’s rumored to be the cemetery of the mighty beings! “According to legend, it’s good enough if one out of ten mighty beings can walk out alive once they enter.” Philip frowned. No wonder the heavenly general said he could not guarantee that Philip could walk out alive.

Liora asked, wearing a cold, icy smile one that bore a striking resemblance to the expression Mavric often wore when dismantling his business rivals. “Do you truly believe you have planned for every single possibility?” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas frowned, looking confused. “I began hacking into this system the very moment I inserted the sapphire key earlier,” Liora declared, delivering the blow with absolute precision. You were so completely focused on analysing my biometric data that you forgot to check the integrity of the system’s core kernel. Ever since my time in New York, I have been developing a specialised data-wiping virus I call ‘Oblivion’. The moment I walked into this room

A week. That’s all it had been since the walls of the Gauntlet cracked and the truth bled out with the fire. A week since mercenaries fell, traitors were dragged into the open, and the patriarchs spat their fury at us before storming out. And now it was over. Not the war, that was beginning. But the fragile, impossible rhythm of classes and trials and pretending that Obscura Arcanum was still a university? Done. Headmaster Arx’s announcement had been as cold as his expression.

Faces flashed on the screen, some familiar, others not, but all bearing the burden of infamy. Connor was already scanning through articles online. "It’s everywhere," he muttered, his voice tight. "Les Ombres Écarlates just got exposed. Along with all their illegal activities." Joe’s voice cut through my thoughts. "This is good news, Elijah. Huge. The mob’s in chaos—they didn’t see this coming." "Who’s behind this?" I asked, still trying to process what I was seeing. "The Arcane Network," Joe said, a note of satisfaction in his tone. "They recently worked in partnership with Luc and Marc’s group— the Crimson Veil. Remember Marc and Luc? They’ve been helping Emily and Chris."

Aria felt every symbol on her palm ignite. Noah grabbed Lucian. Seraphina activated the Lock. Gabriel shouted: "Everyone together!" The Deep Archive began collapsing. A massive crack opened beneath them. Darkness poured through. Something was rising. Something larger than the Void. Lorenzo raised his weapon. "Tell me that thing can be killed." Cael shook his head. "No." "Wonderful." Aria stared at the darkness. "What does it want?" Cael looked at her. "You." "Why?" "Because you carry the memory it cannot consume."

The thick blanket of unconsciousness made an appearance, and in a second I passed out. **** Damon’s POV A feeling so lost I only found it again when I met Ariana returned. I couldn’t reach her through the necklace. It felt roughly severed and the more I tried the more hopeless it became. My last encounter with the shadow echoed in my thoughts more often. It frightened me because I understood perfectly what he was talking about, and I’d witnessed the endless monstrosities that he could commit. Central Academy was the most prestigious academy and the students I’d met either unexpectedly went missing, which was not my doing. Something about it made me know I couldn’t leave and I had been thrown

My body, Cillian Veyne’s body, still hums with male sensitivity, cock twitching at the memory of last night’s chaos: Ardyn’s possessive thrusts, Kaelen’s obsessive grip, Zane’s needy begs. My fangirl heart’s screaming, I’m living the ultimate BL harem fantasy! But the Shadow Guild’s masked lord is still out there, and this artifact, a glowing obsidian orb tied to realm-shattering magic, has us on edge. Ardyn leads, his golden hair tied back, emerald eyes sharp as he unlocks the vault with a spell. Kaelen’s beside me, his hand brushing my lower back, that obsessive heat still burning in his stormy blue gaze.

He called it the Eternity Project, and a great wall of maurium was erected to denote the borders of the new capital, the east gate being sealed to prevent a returning to the old capital and its ruins, and all was peace in Altruon. Even so, a war is raging in the north against Obed, an old enemy of Altruon, whose people have fought them throughout their history. Though, in times of battle there is an opportunity for heroism and men of merit to rise in the eyes of the people of the nations they call home. One such man is a celebrated colonel, a man whose own descent is that of Obed. His name is Tyberion Ibori, and he is the father of a beautiful young girl who, in his absence, has become a blo