Feather Oblivion Novels & Stories

Evan howled and was thrown back several yards. He scrambled to his feet instantly, his movements twitchy and unnatural, like a film reel skipping frames. The purple threads connecting him to the sky pulsed violently. High above on the blackened pine, the iridescent crow flapped its wings, cawing a rhythmic, mocking sound that felt like needles in my brain. "You like to watch, don't you?" I spat at the bird, never taking my eyes off the beast. "You want to see the Alpha of the Rogue fae torn apart by her own mate?"

I was just the bridge that had brought them here. Hagar and the warriors didn't stand up. They stayed on their knees. They weren't bowing to a Silver Queen. They were bowing to Elena Argentum, the woman who had saved them by having the courage to be "nothing." "We’re home," I whispered, closing my eyes. But as the silence settled over the North, a single, black feather drifted down from the sky, landing on the snow at the edge of the Ravine. It wasn't Celine’s feather. It was made of iron.

The truth was, I didn't feel anything for Grayson anymore. From the moment he gave the white deer to Raven and the second he demanded I hand over my moonstone, whatever affection I had once felt for him was already gone. I didn't hate him, and I didn't resent him. If anything, I just found him ridiculous. A wolf who could break an oath made before the Moon Goddess without a second thought, who would trample over someone he once cared about just to please someone new, wasn't worth even a second of my attention. But even if I wanted peace, it didn't seem like trouble was done with me.

She'd always be waiting for him…if he wanted to see her. The bell would ring any minute now, releasing her from this mental mind game. However, something else snapped her mind away from its rather forlorn train of thought. She could see something falling past the window. She was tempted to lean over and get a better look, but it soon came into view. What she saw made her heart stop. Floating just outside, wafting in the breeze, was a single black feather. Most would think it was just from some bird flying by, but Jaida wasn't that stupid. Only one race had that kind of feathers. It had come from a Deslyan.

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

At night, the full moon hung high up in the sky. Everything felt quiet and peaceful under the bright and flawless moonlight. It was a very cozy night, but underneath that coziness was an endless bloodbath. After Tyr issued a directive via Regal Web, his people in Regal Palace initiated a devastating operation against Feather Group. The battle horns had gone off for a war that involved no weapons. To be accurate, this wasn’t a war, but instead a mass slaughter. Without a doubt, it was a one-sided mass slaughter. Kai, however, was completely oblivious to what was happening.

A brutal stabbing through her brain and a punching through the top of her skull, her wordless whispered— Pray for me heard only by shadow and morning light and the ravenous hunger of the hallowed, hollowed ground of a forever hungry Eidolon.

They made sounds that sounded like their systems were shutting down. Fahazi and the other kids were on a table with their hands tied with men around them. She recognized the red feather on the back of their palms. Absinthe. She looked to the left and Zed was there with his back turned, fidgeting his hands with the books stacked on a shelf. “Zed, what is the meaning of this?” “Oh? The birds? You might want to ask the kids. Don’t give me that look. We were also met with the same and figured you might need to experience it yourself for you to believe us.”

From the points where they’d been struck, thin blue veins began to spread out under their scales, crawling like spiderwebs across their torsos. Sylph poison. Gildeon’s head came up, jaw tight. Across the field, the salamanders who’d been boxing in the remaining lower mortals along the far shore lay dead. From the haze of smoke and steam stepped a new line of figures. Sylphs advanced over the blood-soaked sand in perfect formation, white armor fluttering in the night breeze, their blue hair and blue eyes catching the moonlight. At their head walked Feviel, two white owls perched on his shoulders. He moved straight toward him and looked down at Old Man’s crushed body.

The chamber is filled with a blinding light, and I’m momentarily blinded by the brilliance. When the light fades, I can see Lukas, his form weakened and his energy spent. Callum stands tall, his fur bristling with exertion but his expression victorious. Lukas’s smug demeanor is gone, replaced by a look of shock and disbelief. “No,” Lukas gasps, his voice a mere whisper. “This... this can’t be happening.” Callum steps forward, his eyes filled with a fierce resolve. “It’s over, Lukas. Your reign of terror ends here.”