Mage Oblivion Novels & Stories

“You’ll pay the consequences. You’ll pay for snatching my Ned, Noelle. I’ll destroy your whole life, Noelle Spraggins. I’ll make you begging for mercy.” Gripping tissue in her hand she clenched her teeth angrily, letting furious tears out of her eyes. She had retained so much hatred for the Spraggins family. She could feel her whole body throbbing with anger. She wanted revenge. She was so blinded by revenge that she was unable to differentiate between what was good and what was bad for her.

A slight smirk lifted his full lips. “You. Come.” The King crooked a finger at me. I stepped forward, hating that I did it without question. The aura surrounding him made it impossible to do anything but obey. “Who are you?” “Uh, Ruby Mason.” We stood there in silence, the rest of the room falling away. I had no idea what was happening but I’d never felt so terrified and so excited at the same time. Maybe being in the presence of the King of the Wolves had this effect on humans.

He lowered his helmet and concealed his face to avoid suspicion. “I call to you great presence. Heed to my orison and grant me your unfathomable power, fro we serve you oh great link, our path to Tomasa!” Orange rings formed on the forearms of the soldiers and began revolving around their arms. “This miracle will help you pass through the miasma covering Free state. It is dangerous for humans to breathe. The seal will last on your arm for only two hours so I suggest we move quickly! They began their march across a dense coverage of trees and into the red foggy miasma that marked the wall boundary. Dakario met them outside a huge gate and they marched through, passing the green vile creatures

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

A man like Malcom didn’t back down unless he had to. Which meant one thing. Vladislav was more powerful that I could have ever imagined. He was something else entirely. The tension in the air became suffocating. I had to get away. Now. But before I could even move—before I could think— A sharp pain exploded at the base of my skull. My vision blurred instantly. A guttural sound escaped my lips as my body crumpled, the last thing I saw was that masked man—the one with the obsidian eyes.

The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle. The moment our eyes met, Ean staggered and dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud. He reached out, trembling, wanting to touch me but hesitated. "No, this isn't her. It can't be!" He gasped. "The freezer is abandoned. How could she be frozen stiff?" he said, desperately trying to make sense of it. "We need the surveillance footage. We need to find out what really happened!" he demanded, his voice cracking. He turned his head and saw the bloody handprints on the wall. He stood up, moved to the wall, touched it, and then looked back at me in the corner. My hands were frozen stiff, but still bloody and mangled. All ten of

When they reached the entrance, a lot of rouges and wolves were in a heated battle. The battle was very vicious, with lots of bone-crunching and tearing noises. From the looks of it, the Blue-Moon pack had the upper hand. Evelyn was not in a position to join the fight, besides it was not her fight. She leads the group silently to the corner of the mansion; they were able to cover most of the ground without any of the rogues noticing. Suddenly a few renegades broke from the fight and dashed straight towards them. Evelyn pushed Erza behind her and stabbed the renegade that lunged at her. A few men from the group transformed into their wolves and started attacking the renegades. She did not wai

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

This isn’t you, calm down. As we stared to each other, his crimson eyes was burning red and its orbs were shining as if it’s scanning all of my inner soul. My heart’s throbbing fast as I looked back at him with my blue sea eyes. “What are you doing?” Finally, I asked without hesitation. His eyes distracted me and I forgot what we’ve been talking about. He moved away from me and replied, “Nothing. Put this one away from your mind. Don’t remember everything what happened.” “You’re really acting weird, Doom. Are you sure you’re still Doom?”

DELLA I sat in Lilith's cabin with Faye's arms wrapped around me. "I can't understand how I've offended him in any way," I told Lilith. She smiled warmly at me as she prepared a pot of tea. "Hunt is very Orthodox in his thinking. He grew up with an abusive father who after he married Hunt's mother, became indifferent to the rogues. The rogues became more violent and the attacks were directed at the wolf packs." "What about me being a hybrid? I barely understand it myself."