Novel & Cerita Golden Saint Oblivion

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

It's color is silver with a golden 'archaic letters' incripted in it. "so this is the stone of elejera where daddy and calix had to go through those hellish exams just to have a contract with spirits" I mumbled "Before you go up the altar, make sure you're prepared for it. The god of spirits will most likely target your weaknesses, and they are more hostile at royalties so they may make a rougher exam for you" So they really are hostile toward royalties. I thought that was just a rumor so I never paid attention to that

The fire that shot from his mouth was powerful enough to do that. Nya stood behind her mother and a little to the side. Her father carried an eyeglass that allowed him to look more closely at what was happening at The Point. Nya didn’t need to see anymore than she could. It was obvious that the guards who had accompanied Gavin were attaching him to the altar now. His arms were spread wide, shackled to two stone pillars. When the dragon came and pulled him away, his arms were more likely to break than the chains. Not that they’d ever found arms left behind. The dragon was far too greedy to let that happen. Once Gavin was secure, the soldiers moved away in a hurry. It wouldn’t be long now. The

“You never cease to amaze me,” Olivia smirks as she corners an skinny, frail hoodlum in the middle of the hollow streets of parabola. “I swear, lady,” the strange figure said. “You got the wrong guy.” “Oh please, if you’re going to lie about stealing from the human world, at least put some effort behind it.” Before the frightful hooligan could answers, a strange blue scripture began to crawl around his skin. “I told you already. That gold is mine. Mine, mine,”

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”

he whispered, his lips grazing mine, "there is no going back to being a debt to be paid. You realize that, don't you? You become the heart of the Syndicate. My heart." "Then stop talking," I breathed. He didn't kiss me. Not yet. He pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closing. "We have company." The moment shattered. Dante’s head snapped toward the rearview mirror. Three sets of headlights were emerging from the mist behind us. They weren't moving like normal cars; they were gliding, hovering inches above the pavement. "Valerii sirens," Dante hissed, his hands flying back to the steering wheel. "They’ve tracked the obsidian box. They aren't following the car—they’re following the Hear

Killian’s kiss was hard and hungry: a promise that no human ghost and no digital virus would ever take what belonged to the Silver Moon. The triage of the abyss was about to begin: and as I looked at the Sun Stone glowing in the depths: I knew the next shift would be our greatest excision yet.

After a few days of living with the weight of my greatest sin, I decided to go to church, though nothing felt right anymore. I sat in the second pew, hands folded, back straight, maintaining my usual composed expression. From the outside, I knew exactly how I appeared: calm, devout, saint Elena. It was a persona I’d carefully cultivated for years. But inside, there was no peace. I could feel him. I didn’t need to look up for confirmation; I simply knew.