Feather Oblivion Novels & Stories

The feather was defending its new host. "You stupid, arrogant girl," Silas spat, wiping a smear of silver blood from his lip. "You’ve hitched your life to a dying rogue. When the forge finishes with him, it will start on you. You’ll be hollowed out before the sun sets." "Then you’d better move fast," I rasped. My lungs felt like they were filling with liquid lead. "Because I’m the only map you have left." Kael scrambled toward me, his hands reaching out, trembling. He looked at the spot on my chest where the feather had vanished. The skin there was puckered and red, glowing with a rhythmic, angry light.

Their formations were also messed up under the constant attack of the Saint Oracles. 'All of them are useless!' Rogart frowned as he retrieved a fine needle. The needle measured around five centimeters and was faintly glowing—it was the Godly Region's Fairy Feather Needle. It was made out of a special bird feather bone, making it almost weightless, but it would greatly weaken a person's strength if they were stabbed with it. Due to its lightness, the user could stab his enemy discreetly, making it impossible to guard against. Rogart waved his hand without hesitation, and the Fairy Feather Needles shot toward the eight Saint Oracles' backs in white light. Xenia was the first to be hit. She tr

Vladislav Moroz The fog clung to the air like a thin blanket but my eyes were locked on Valencia as she tried to stand, her bloodied hand gripping her sword for support. My feet moved instinctively towards her as her eyes rolled slowly to the back of her head, her body tipping backward towards the rocks. My arms extended as I reached out to catch her before wrapping around her shoulders to keep her steady.

Shadows danced on the stone floor like whispers with legs. Then she saw it. Right at the threshold. A single black feather, lying there perfectly still. As if it had been placed, not dropped. Her spine stiffened. Her throat tightened. Not a raven’s feather. Not even a hawk’s. She bent slowly, picked it up with trembling fingers, and studied the silky darkness. The edges shimmered with an unnatural sheen. Not of this world. Not anymore. This wasn’t just a feather. It was a summons. Her breath caught as a memory slammed into her. The last time she’d seen a feather like this was years ago, tucked into the Moon Seer’s cloak during the Rite of Blood. Right before the sky bled three wolves vanishe

The forbidden love that became eternal. I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. Yes I whispered. Eternal. No matter who watches from the dark. The family gathered closer around the fire as the night went on. Hope and Alex danced under the stars. The grandchildren played in the sand. Mia and Daniel shared quiet smiles. Elias told stories that made everyone laugh. We sat together watching the next generation begin their own journeys. The obsession had transformed into something beautiful. A story of survival and love that would endure forever. Yet in the quiet corners of the night the whisper of danger remained. A reminder that some flames never truly go out.

"The 'Grit' was an error. The 'Violet' is the correction. Join us. Become the Mother of the Hive, and I will give you back your Alpha." "Keep your 'Correction,' Father!" I roared, pushing my wings past their breaking point. I could feel the feathers charring, the "Void-Hybrid" inside me screaming as I drained its very essence for speed. "Lagos doesn't want your peace! We like the noise! We like the struggle! And we really, really hate being told what to do!" I hit the "Stealth-Cradle" at Mach 2.

I looked through and realized I'd missed a lot. I had to quickly work on a few files while I was less busy. Getting to the last file, I started feeling dizzy, it was as if something huge had just been taken out of my body. I looked around and everywhere was beginning to become blurry, so I quickly left everything I was working on and rushed to my bed to have a nice sleep. It was as if my bed had been waiting for me as I drifted to sleep immediately I laid down on my bed. ******* "Elena, what's wrong? Why are all the elders dead?" I asked, walking around the meeting hall and staring at each dead elder.

The grove was silent again, empty except for me and the trees and the distant call of night birds. I knelt there, staring at the feather, my mind racing with everything she had told me. Two souls. Light and shadow. Balance. If the shadow dies, Hope will too. My hands shook as I reached for the feather. It was warm to the touch, thrumming with power that made my fingers tingle. I lifted it carefully, holding it like the precious thing it was. The goddess vanished, leaving behind a silver feather.

"Hold the line, Elodie! If you blink, we all die!" Victor’s roar was nearly swallowed by the screech of the atmosphere. He stood at the edge of the jagged ridge, his boots sinking into the black, oily slush that used to be soil. Above them, the White Moon wasn't just a rock in the sky. It was a dying eye. Thousands of Ferals knelt in the valley below, their heads tilted back, their throats emitting a synchronized, low-frequency hum. They weren't fighting with claws. They were thinking the light away.

I welcomed the numbness I started to feel as the alcohol began to work. I leaned against my car looked up to the skies. I used to always find comfort in the night skies but I guess the stars were also dealing with their own problems since they were nowhere to be found. I felt an overwhelming need to call someone so I took my phone from my jacket. I dialed Phil’s number even before I realized it. To be honest, I wasn’t even expecting him to pick up due to the time difference, but he did anyways. “Hey man, how are you doing?” he asked cheerily.