Golden Saints Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

,Salvatore spat,his voice hoarse. A ghost smile appeared on Don Silver’s lips as he caught his tone. The battle of wealth and power were evident. “A symbol of unity between our families.My grandson,Kian searches for a bride.An intelligent and beautiful woman of impeccable lineage.Your daughter Anya has proven to be all of these.” Salvatore’s head shot up at the mention of Anya’s name,with his face contorting into a struggle. The gleam of avarice was now replaced with a wildfire of desperation.

"They are being used. Their spirits are trapped in their own marrow." I unleashed a wave of Golden Deprivation, aiming not for the bodies, but for the violet tethers connecting them to the central rift. The golden light washed over the frozen plains, and for a second, the Sentinels faltered. Their violet eyes dimmed, and I saw a flash of the noble warriors they had once been. But then, a thunderous crack echoed through the tundra. From the center of the graves, a massive pillar of white-gold light shot into the sky. Silas—the High King—rose from the earth, his staff raised high. He looked more powerful than before, his armor now fused with the bones of ancient kings.

​Nora stood in her dressing room, staring at a gown made of spun gold and crushed ink. ​Suddenly, the mirror in front of her didn't reflect her own face. It reflected the Obsidian Stylus, sitting on her vanity. But the stylus wasn't black anymore. It was Glowing Red. ​A message appeared on the glass, written in Kael Davis’s messy, "God of War" scrawl: ​[LIQUIDATE THE ESTATE. THE CO-WRITER ISN'T THE BOSS. THE READERS ARE THE DEBT. BURN THE SCRIPT OR LOSE THE SON.]

"We need an army of our own. We need to wake the other Hallowed." "There are no other Hallowed," Leo said. "Silas made sure of that." "No," I said, looking at the golden sap that had settled into the cracks of the obsidian. "He made sure they were hidden. He made sure they were broken. But the tree has shown me, Leo. They are out there. In the slave pits of the Silver Mines. In the dungeons of the Southern Packs." I looked at Kaelen, and for the first time, I reached out and took his hand. It wasn't a queen commanding a tool. It was a mate acknowledging her equal.

“How would I know unless I try? And what if I get lucky? I could use a little moonpetal pollen, sleep with him for one night, and by sunrise, he’ll forget everything.” Lilith stared at me, her jaw on the floor. However, I wasn’t joking. I knew exactly how to enter the mountain. In my last life, Damian had spent years searching for forbidden rituals to hide his Omega identity. He had collected countless ancient texts, and one of them described how the golden-glow herb on Silent Peak could be crushed into juice and applied to fur to make one’s entire body shimmer gold permanently.

“What do you mean?” He wouldn’t look at me. “Father, test for the mate bond. If she’s my fated mate as we suspected, the bond will appear regardless of her… condition.” Alpha Steele nodded slowly and raised his hand. Ancient words in the old tongue fell from his lips, and suddenly a golden thread of light materialized between Damien and me. The mate bond, visible and undeniable, pulsing with destiny. Gasps echoed through the clearing. We were fated mates after all. Relief crashed over me like a wave. It didn’t matter that I was wolfless; we were meant to be together. The Goddess herself had decreed it.

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

After inquiring, they learned that the jewelry set in Juniper's possession was the last one ordered and wouldn't be available again until next year. "I'm sorry, sir, but this set was specifically ordered for Miss Juniper Reed. It's not possible to obtain another one at the moment," the sales clerk explained politely. Upon hearing this, Sunny, who was accustomed to getting what she wanted, began to simmer with anger. "Then you will have to get me her set," Sunny demanded. "I'm sorry, Miss, that's not possible," the sales clerk reiterated with a calm smile. Sunny, furious, responded, "How is that not possible? I'm pregnant, and it's only right to have what my baby desires. So what's stopping y