Golden Saint Oblivion Novels & Stories

Blessed. “They’ll never see me coming.” No, Nihareth whispered. But they will remember you. And with that, the sanctum fell still. But Tristan Everstone did not. He turned, shadow curling around his ankles like loyal hounds, and limped toward the spiral stairs. Each step he took, the glyphs flickered. Not in warning. In reverence. As the chamber sealed behind him, one last whisper clawed across the air. Unmake the golden ones. Let them drown in memory. Let their stars go out.

I just didn't know I would end up having feelings for her and wrecking everything. When we arrived at the location Jordan and Maya supposedly were, we could see the chaos already. They were already in a gunfight, which could be heard meters away from the abandoned church. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. It meant they didn't get rid of my men, but it also meant not all of them were going to make it alive. "Bloody hell," Luigi cursed as we all exited our respective vehicles. There were dead bodies on the ground, and a lot of blood spilled, even on the statue of Mary, the mother of Christ. There were injured men, trying to hold themselves up and the whole scene was a sight for sore ey

“I have Angel, but I do agree with my dad.” “Is that right?” Angel’s voice grew softer, sexier even and both men seemed taken back. “Beauty should be seen, but not heard, is that what you mean?” At their nod, she slowly smiled and Damian watched in fascination at her. She leaned closer to Jordan, the look of seduction in her eyes and moved her lips to his ear, going into grave detail about the last man that had told her that; how he ended up missing seven fingers, three toes, a tongue along with a dick, and all thanks to her. And as she pulled back, she was still smiling as sweetly as ever, the man before her paled. Angel was no fool; she knew she needed Jordan’s allegiance, not his dad

The man said and took two steps towards Scarlet. “Then?” She asked, her gaze wavering. “Sedna, The Heavenly Book is back in the Fairy Land. Evanora had cast that dagger into the weapon using her spells and fusing it with the first rays of the sun, smearing with Gold. Why?” The man asked Scarlet. “You can’t be killed with Gold. Then, who?” He asked and the realization hit hard Scarlet. “Emerald! She will kill him with the Gold studded weapon. The weapon is made from my living remains. It will eradicate his soul. She wants to kill him!” Scarlet said and the man nodded.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

They turned into crystalline towers of Obsidian-Gold, powered by the very Abyss that had tried to auction us off. Lagos is transformed. It is no longer a "Seed-World." It is a "Void-Bastion." The most powerful, non-compliant city in the Galaxy. I stand on the balcony, my new wings—made of solid, shimmering "Obsidian-Gold" light—stretching across the sky. Beside me stands Dante. He is human again, but his skin is permanently etched with white-star tattoos that pulse with the rhythm of the Abyss. Zora-Aethel sits on his shoulder, her eyes glowing with a calm, terrifying wisdom. She is the "Sovereign" of a new era.

"That's our window." "There's a place of power in the neutral territory between our packs," Damien continued. "The Moonstone Altar. It's ancient. Connected to lunar magic. If Thaltos is planning the Harvest, he'll attempt it there." "Then we defend the altar," I said. "Make it a kill zone. Anyone who approaches gets eliminated."

All of them were silently staring at a tall, wrought-iron display case. It had been completely smashed open. Inside the case sat an empty velvet pedestal. The ancient Callahan Blood-Stone was gone. That priceless, glowing red thing from the old witch war? Poof. It had been stolen right under their noses. Everyone was distracted by my rescue on the highway. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the empty velvet. The silver-haired guy's words crashed back into my head. Everything suddenly made sense. "Eventually, I’ll let you go. I’m just waiting for the right moment."

It also felt like she added some rocks or something to the pack of supplies I was ordered to carry, because it was heavy as hell. Jason groaned in frustration. “No, we don’t need the dead weight. And thanks to that damn Silver Myst, no Pack in this country will risk buying slaves. Hell, they won’t even mistreat their omegas too badly for fear of him showing up. The Rogue King was already planning to organize a event with his Gamemaster before we left, as a way to make some profit off the captives while also removing as many extra mouths to feed as possible.”

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.