Golden Saints Oblivion Novels & Stories

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

"I just found that bottle in the trash. Testing showed that it contained a deadly poison. Just one sip would kill someone within an hour by melting their organs! Rebecca, how could you be so vicious?" But as soon as Nora finished speaking, a cry of surprise came from the crowd. On the big screen, after pouring the poisoned liquid into the wine, I murmured. "Will it really turn sweet? He probably won't notice if I sneak one sip, right?" The next second, I actually lifted the glass and took a sip. At the same time, my vision suddenly went black as I collapsed to the floor with a thud. My family rushed over, crying out. "Rebecca!"

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

Blinded by the light, that I knew was shooting to the heavens from within, I held on strong, knowing deep down inside of me that my Goddess’ side wouldn’t hurt me because ultimately, she was a part of me. Tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes, as the pain was on the verge of unbearable, but I clenched my hand tightly around the moonstone, making a fist, as my other hand did so too. Screams began to fill the air from not just Tonya, but also her mother, telling Selena to stop this madness, but thankfully Selena didn’t submit to their pleas, because at that moment I could feel something happening deep inside of me.

Someone says, the screams in the valley are eternal because since the valley was used until then, the screams of humans have never stopped for a second. "Unlucky! Someone's following me!" Kaili thought suddenly. The golden masked swordsman paused in midair. Soaring in the air was an ability that was usually only obtained when a swordsman had reached the black aura level, to be precise two levels above the red aura level.

His hands formed sealing gestures as he chanted rapidly, shouting, "Golden Fire Magic!" As the spell descended, a gigantic phantom of a golden blazing sun suddenly appeared in the sky. It radiated terrifying heat, igniting the surrounding air with crackling sounds. The blue stone slabs on the ground began to melt into searing magma. Countless streams of golden flames poured down from the blazing sun like a meteor shower, engulfing Elijah from all directions without leaving the slightest blind spot. These golden flames were no ordinary fire, but the purest true fire of Solaris Hold. They could burn mountains and boil seas, refining all things, and even experts of the Heaven Spirit Phase would

On our wedding day as well, she had been so obedient lately, there was no excuse for a stunt such as this. My tears were long dried up, my head pounding as I couldn't get her out of my mind. I wanted her back, why won't she come back. Pulling my laptop from the bedside table, I shuffled through my photo album of her, yearning for her to just apparate in front of me again. I had everything planned perfectly for this honeymoon, I was going to spoil her, I even had that fucking necklace for her once we land- Wait a minute. Wait a fucking minute.