Golden Saints Oblivion Novels & Stories

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." The words came the way things do when they've been said enough times to bypass conscious thought entirely; then a voice from the other side of the screen that stopped everything. "Elena." He recognized my voice, I didn't move or reply immediately. The small space seemed to contract around me, the air suddenly too aware of itself, and I knelt there in the dimness with my rosary cutting into my palm, with a clarity that arrived too late to be useful, exactly what I had walked into.

Golden light pulsed from within like a second heartbeat. Valerian’s swords whispered free. “Stay behind me,” he ordered. The Shadow Blades fanned out. Then the coffin exploded. Shards of marble flew like shrapnel. A man rose from the ruins. No not a man. A god. Taller than Valerian by a head. Hair like molten gold cascading to his waist. Skin that glowed with inner sunlight. Eyes pure, blinding gold. He wore armor of white gold that looked forged from the sun itself.

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?”

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I also told him who was the one who feed me lies, he took my phone, made a call and he fired him. "I love you, Stefan." I said before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I've missed your lips so much." "So did I, baby girl." He pecked my lips. "So, I have two news. The first is the band of skulls mask are dead, there was a massive fire in the outskirts of the city and that's where they were hiding. I'm guessing your ex was involved with them. Too much coincidence that all of them were hiding there." I told him.

I could see the Shadowed Moon above me. The black and silver energy that was turning into a storm was unlike anything I had ever seen. Its last attack, the Heart of Oblivion, was a powerful force that was meant to kill everything in its path. The trees broke apart, the ground cracked, and the air buzzed with liquid energy. Even though my chest hurt and my muscles screamed, the Silver Heart kept beating inside me, giving me life and power. Kael growled, and his amber eyes were on fire. "Selene, it's the Heart of Oblivion!" You need to fight it right now, or we'll lose!“

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.

Elio said as he drew out four more shimmering gold instruments, placing them alongside the Buddha's Heart and passing them to Old Madam Jones. Old Madam Jones took them gingerly, letting May slip on her fancy glasses with the floral frames, and peered closely at the ancient seal script etched into the gold. She ran her fingers over the characters, whispering, "Tribulation, Salvation, Virtue, Healing, Justice... These are the legendary Five Golden Instruments, timeless treasures beyond measure!"

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.