Elder Scrolls Oblivion Stories Novels & Stories

"You can only choose how the 'Credits' roll." --- The "Liquidator"—a manifestation of the System’s final cleanup—has arrived at the border! The world outside has been deleted, and now the "Void" is eating the Iron Mountain itself. Elara and Silas are ruling a kingdom that is literally shrinking by the second. How do you fight a ghost who holds the watch that counts down to the end of time?**

He must say, he doesn't like long, dramatic conversations but he is genuinely thankful that the lady cared for Dayanne. His smile vanished in an instant. Why would he care if someone took care of the girl? It's like his thoughts have been in a trance and now he has snapped out of it. He shook his head when he realized he's being over concerned. He's only here to answer his curiousity and to protect her from the harm he has done unto her. He still carries the blame for letting the hunters know that a rare blood exists. Although hunters are trained to protect, he knows that their leaders are willing to kill one person for the satisfaction of an elite blood.

Elora was the first to speak, “Davey, I promised I’ll tell you everything after I recover my memory. My name is Elora and I’m the only woman among the five Overlords in Leila. Other people usually call me Empress Elora. Back then, I was attacked by enemies, my soul was severely damaged, and I had no choice but to enter The Spirit Cage for recovery. I didn’t expect that I would meet you and shorten the time I need for my recovery.” Elora? Empress Elora? David nodded and asked, “Are there only five Overlords in level 9 civilization Leila?” Once he asked this, Sylvio and Elora were shocked. “Don’t you know about the five Leila rulers?” Sylvio was the one who asked this. He did not know why Davi

Her gazes linger upon the first tribute. The elf and their paired monster make their way to the very top of the sacrificial pedestal. She is hesitant to travel through the white roses that coat the foundation but the creature that is attached to her arm ensures her safety by petting her arm like she is one of a kind. The four-eye creature looks back at her and gives a soft smile on her lips. "Do not fret sister. This is the start of something new." The siren's voice comes out in a warm and big sister-like tone. The lone elf gives a soft nod and steps to the edge. The elf's gaze laps upon the monster queen herself, Oblika. The queen waves her hand with the air, giving a signal. The pair of si

The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted. My legs felt weak as I inched closer, trembling all over. I kneeled by her side, carefully cleaning her up. Eve kept her eyes tightly shut, but tears continued to stream down her cheeks. I hugged her trembling body tightly. "Eve, let’s try to escape again! I’m ready this time. We’ll go together." Her eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in them. "Can I... really still get out?" I nodded firmly. She gently squeezed my hand, and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.

Nora laid the scroll on the table and looked each of them in the eyes. “We’ve been infiltrated,” she said without preamble. “Erebus is no longer lurking at the edge of our world. He’s inside it.” A hush fell over the room. Carlos was the first to speak. “Do you know who?” “Not yet,” she replied. “But I have my suspicions. This scroll came to me tonight. It was hidden. Marked by the orb. It speaks of a keeper wearing borrowed loyalty—someone who serves a second master.” Elrin, the child-seer, lifted his head slowly. “I’ve seen it in my dreams. A black root winding through the temple floor… and voices whispering in reverse.”

“You wear the crown well, sister. But I’m here to collect what’s mine.” Elara stepped forward, flanked by Kael and Vesper. “You forfeited your claim the moment you chose destruction over duty.” Elira tilted her head. “Then let’s see who destiny favors now.” Behind her, a legion of cloaked warriors emerged from the mist—Obsidian Guard reborn. Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the courtyard, and the stone beneath Elara’s feet cracked. Magic—ancient and wild—began to spiral up from the fissures. The ground pulsed, responding not to her… but to Elira.

“And where do you suggest we start? Because I don’t think we’re going to find any helpful maps scribbled on the walls.” Sienna exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples as if fighting off a headache. “There’s only one place that might have answers.” Elior’s gaze snapped to her. “Where?” She hesitated. “The Obsidian Archives.” Myrra stiffened. “That’s not an option.” Bram frowned. “Why the hell not?” Myrra shot him a sharp look before turning to Elior. “The Obsidian Archives are buried beneath the ruins of Eldermoor. The city was abandoned centuries ago, swallowed by war and time. It’s not just a ruin, it’s a graveyard.”

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