Golden Saints Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

Under a man who looked directly at me as though I were some poison wrapped up in pearls, I found myself still wrapped well in silk I’d never truly own. With sleeves rolled up and jaw clenched, Damian stood on the other side of the room. A particular storm brewed within Damian's eyes. “You think I don’t see through you?” His voice was sharp, practiced cruelty. “Marrying me was just your ticket. Admit it. You got what you wanted: my name and my money. Isn’t that what gold diggers dream of?” The word seared through me. For a moment, I almost believed him. Hadn’t I signed my name on that contract, bartered my freedom for funds? What else was it but a transaction?

The silver fountain didn't just boil; it exploded. The liquid mercury flooded the ballroom floor, moving like a sentient tide toward Panni and Jinyan. The Digital Saint merged with the tide, becoming a towering wave of sharp, metallic blades and sonic shrieks. "Target: Termination," the wave whispered. "Jinyan, get to Grace!" Panni shouted, pushing him toward the stairs of the observation booth. "I’m not leaving you!"

“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 first stage of oblation took place at dusk, performed with collected flowers of rare types and fresh raindrops with hymns. Then, the second stage at midnight is performed at the full emission of Bluemoon light; the oblation did with sacrifices of performer’s blood into the pyre. After this stage, the white candles decorated around the living area changed into red and it emits red light. The candle in the performer’s hand would change its initial colour into black. The third and final stage involves the human sacrifice into the pyre. The final oblation involves the life of an innocent human who was hunted by werewolves for their Black Witch-Queen.

He strolled out, raising an eyebrow at me one last time, that damn smirk still plastered across his face. I shoved Dylan off me, anger surging like a tidal wave. My breath was ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. I was frantic, pacing the room. My mind was spinning. How could I possibly juggle all of this? Hunters, Cain, now my father and brother, and the ever-present threat of the council. A month. One month to turn Faith, to make her mine—or else my own family would destroy her. “Calm down, Alessandro,” Dylan said, his voice low but firm, “Don’t let him get to you.”

Gold chains connected her collar to her pierced nipples and clit, jingling softly with every movement. Marcus and Damien, both still powerfully built and commanding, escorted her like high priests. Marcus’s voice boomed across the amphitheater. “Twenty-five years ago, she became ours. Tonight, we celebrate the woman who has taken tens of thousands of cocks, borne our children, and surrendered everything to the obsession. For the next twenty-one days, she is yours. Worship her. Destroy her. Fill her until she can take no more.” The Golden Jubilee began. The Eternal Offering

Maybe the guy had mistaken her as someone, probably from the other room. She let herself relax and let Hypnos' straddle her into oblivion. Clayton is stunned when he met her eye to eye as soon as he entered her room in Doctor Jones' clinic. Her eyes looked sleepy when he saw them but he is sure as hell that she saw him. Her blue orbs looked as if she's trying to recognize him. His heart leaped for a few seconds worried that she might remember him as the guy who maniacally lapped her bloody throat.

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

The light dims down as Goldie hunches over to take a hold of his now bleeding nose. He whimpers, although he tries his best to stifle his own voice. Leonardo looks down on him, wondering if this was the same person that Ines deemed as ‘crazy’. He notices something that was wrapped around the glowing man’s neck. He leans down to inspect it further and comes to recognize the contraption. A shock collar secured tight on Goldie’s poor neck.