Green Emperor Way Oblivion Novels & Stories

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

There were so many emotions mixed together that she couldn't even tell if it was anger, regret, or just wanting to let go of everything for some peace. One thing was certain though—the Netherrealm could wipe away memories from past lives as long as they took a sip of the Oblivion Draught and crossed Severance Bridge. No matter how intense the feelings from a previous life were—love, hate, whatever—they would all get erased. Never to be remembered again. Vexon could see all of this because the Mournglow River stretched out right in front of them. Under thick mist, the Severance Bridge floated in the water.

They shared a secret heavier than any magic. They lowered into the clouds, and then below them, the world changed. The mist parted. Below was not more rock, but a canopy of green so vivid it hurt the eyes after the grey stone. A valley, hidden in the mountain’s deepest embrace, untouched by frost or fire. A river like a silver thread glittered through its center. The Last Green Place. Their feet touched soft, mossy earth. The air was warm and sweet with the smell of living things. The silence here was not empty, but full,the buzz of insects, the distant call of a bird, the rustle of leaves.

"But according to what I was told, the omega was on her way to the market, and I think I‘ve heard them say that her eyes were not like ours; hers were in the shades of green—" "Emerald." "Oh! Yes, Alpha, it is emerald." Havoc's breath was caught; it became shorter and fear crept on him. He couldn’t absorb the words and information he had just heard. But once he finally manage to digest the man’s word about an omega with emerald eyes who is almost raped on the roadside of the forest downtown to the market, he sprints, not thinking about the stunned workers in the kitchen or the guests who have yet to arrive to eat. And what Havoc saw in the infirmary made him see red.

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

Ethan arrived at the abandoned greenhouse five minutes before midnight. The structure stood like a skeleton against the moon. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Overgrown vines choking every beam. The kind of place where secrets grow faster than plants. He hated that he was here. He hated what desperation had driven him to do. But Olivia was unraveling. The child was coming. And every power faction on the planet was already circling like wolves. He had no leverage. No allies. Nothing except a woman he had buried twice… and who refused to stay dead.

Chapter 5: The Heirloom Amidst the ancient trees of the forest, their gnarled branches reaching skyward like ancient sentinels guarding secrets of old, Adrian and Seraphina found themselves inexplicably drawn to a secluded grove bathed in ethereal moonlight. The air was thick with anticipation as they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, their senses heightened by the palpable energy that permeated the air.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

An image of large trucks carrying logs ala Final Destination style popped into my mind. My curiosity got the better of me so I searched where that sound came from. Somebody might be injured and needed help. I just can't walk away from that like I didn't notice anything. I ran towards the direction where the sound of explosion came from. Just a few blocks away from me, I saw some weird vehicle-like object emitting a blue light. As I approached closer, I realized it was cube-shaped and covered in strange drawings all around. The carvings were glowing in blue. The thing was jet-black and looked metallic.

logic. The grey wireframes of the ground were instantly overwritten with lush, vibrant obsidian and emerald grass. The sky turned from a dull grey to a brilliant, dawn-tinted gold. Across the South, every wolf, every shifter, and every Ley Line felt the Massive Ping of the new world. [GLOBAL_ROLLOUT: 100% COMPLETE] [SYSTEM_STATUS: STABLE_HYBRID_ENVIRONMENT]