Mage Oblivion Novels & Stories

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

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.

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after

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.

All our so-called chance encounters were carefully planned. The supposed malice level was simply a measure of his self-restraint? Due to his desire to possess and devour me, the frequency was flagged as malice? Only once he had me in his grasp, his urge to destroy me finally faded, replaced by possessiveness. I heard a soft rustle in the back. Paralyzed, I looked back. Somehow or rather, Logan stood at the door. Dressed in his pajamas, he looked pale. However, his eyes were terrifyingly lucid.

They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons. When the East Continent was on the verge of collapse, God sent seven knights to punish the seven Earth Demons. The greatest battle in history ensued. The seven heavenly knights were in fact unable to defeat the seven Earth Demons. Legend has it; the seven celestial knights in the end issued the Move they feared the most. The Move's name is Destroying Disaster Move. Not only can destroy the enemy, the Move will also destroys the knights who have been sent by God.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

Elder Marrek stepped in when he saw Lyra preparing to examine the patient herself. “We’ve named this plague Black Marrow Blight,” Marrek said in a low voice. “At first, it’s almost invisible, no rashes, no sores, no fever or clear symptoms. The afflicted seem healthy, maybe just a little tired.” He glanced at the emaciated figures inside the tent, his gaze growing darker. “But once it settles in… they lose the ability to shift. Even their natural healing vanishes. It’s like their bodies are drained dry, down to the marrow. In the end, they become hollowed husks, stripped of every trace of wolf.”

"Mum's gone, and Dad is there deciding my future." "He is doing it for your own good, and nothing else." Moira said. I turned my head, looking at her for a second before returning my focus to the beautiful view of the forest. Nothing could be worse than someone taking sides with a devil, I thought to myself. "You aren't saying anything, Imogen."

Liam asked, to my left. “Hit them hard, all of us at once with the biggest blast we can muster, and knock as many of them out as possible,” I replied, hoping that we could get our first strike in before the other side even had a chance to know what hit them. I saw a bunch of nods all around me and knew that my teammates understood. “I’ll count to three,” I told them. “One, two, three!” On three, all of us sent out a huge wave of power aimed at the advancing line of mages. It was so powerful, many of the trees in front of us lost their leaves, which was awful, but at least they would grow back. The streak of magic was every color imaginable as each mage has their own color, just like my wolve