Golden Saint Oblivion Novels & Stories

He won't pull a stunt like this. His black hair is so messed up right now. The sweats are falling like a waterfall. His shirt is dripping with sweats as well but he couldn’t care less about anything right now. He breathed out, running his eyes on the vast ocean around him. He licked his lower lip when his eyes met mine.

Gerald stated. “HUMH LUCKY!” The clouds disperced, and the night sky became clear. The Heavenly Tribulation for Gerald was over. “Congratulations, Elder, on achieving the Saint realm,” Blake said, patting him on the back. Gerald only smiled as he achieved this because of Blake’s help. “This is Dynasy Syrum, she’s….” “His woman, nice to meet you,” Dynasty said, fearing he would say friend, extending her hand in greeting.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

It turned out they had long been in collusion. The members of the Jade royal family and the Dark Occult surrounded King Meryem, Tyr Summers, and the others. They each had extremely sinister smiles plastered upon their faces. “Release Master Golden Swallow.” The Silver Swallow approached with the Dark Occult Bishop by his side at that moment. He immediately growled at Tyr. Tyr narrowed his eyes and had no intention of letting the Golden Swallow go. However, the Golden Swallow that was under his blade was not the least bit panicking. He stared intently at Tyr before asking, “There is no expert like you in Maddox Village. Who are you?”

"Aria, the arm... the Moonstone lattice is de-stabilizing. Cut the link or you'll finalize into sand." I ignored the warning. I looked at the hybrids. They were standing up. They had eyes that finally held a tomorrow. The crack in my arm widened. A massive chunk of obsidian-gold quartz fell from my elbow, shattering against the dais. I felt the air leave my one working lung. The Gilded Toll reached for a memory, its fingers of static clawing at the image of the first time I saw the North. *Take it,* I thought. *Take the map. Take the memory. Just let him save them.*

He had opened the Casket of the Eclipse—a weapon Jackson’s father had hidden in the archives a century ago. Out of the casket emerged a shadow that was larger than the Spire itself. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't an entity. It was a Black Hole of pure rejection—the concentrated essence of every "too much" woman who had ever been shamed by the High Council. "If you won't be our battery," Valerius shrieked, "then you will be the first meal of the Goddess of Scorn!" The shadow lunged, and the silver island began to fall from the sky.

The ring on Adrian’s finger caught the sunlight like a shard of glass, gleaming and inescapable. He ran his thumb over the smooth metal absently, a soft smile playing at his lips. He didn’t notice the way Evan’s eyes lingered on it, dark, calculating, possessive.

HIS OTHER HALF BOOK 2: FALCON FAMILY SERIES Sylvia Falcon, an outcast among San Francisco's elite, battles against the suffocating expectations of her glamorous lineage. Estranged from her wealthy and powerful relatives, she breaks free from their shadows and embarks on a journey of self-discovery. Determined to make her mark, she secures a job as a personal assistant to the enigmatic CEO, Jason Cartwright, hoping to find love and acceptance in the world she has chosen for herself.

Colton went through the gold debris and just as he suspected, he found a small black chip hidden inside one of the ornaments of the charm bracelet. “What the hell is that?” Jackson said as he took a step closer. “That’s a tracker,” Levi answered, standing right next to him. Colton scoffed and crushed the tracker with his fist. Then he turned around and grabbed a drink from the wet bar. He may look calm right now, but wasn’t. He was burning with rage and fear. The Rothschild brothers were definitely up to something. “Listen, I need you guys to pull up everything you can on Daniel Rothschild,” he said as he turned around, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

And, while everyone else was in a frenzy, Don Fabio didn't notice that a red light was flickering on his head as he continued to yell angrily. “Quello stronzo... Seth! Mi vendicherò! Tornerò a tutti! Tu e la famiglia Corpuz— (That asshole…Seth! I’ll get my revenge! I’ll get back to everyone! You and the Corpuz Fami—)” Don Fabio couldn't finish what he was about to say when a bullet pierced his head, causing him to collapse where he was standing. Nobody knows what happened to the don because everyone was too busy trying to put out the fire in the vineyard. Don Fabio's blood spilled onto the floor while his eyes were wide open.