Mtg Oblivion Stone Novels & Stories

The irony tastes sweet. I need them to taste the panic. They should run to their scholars, their warriors, their cursed bloodline witches. None of them will fix it. Not unless they kneel before me and beg for a language they never bothered to learn. And when this happens, I'm not even willing to forgive because my plans must push through. I run my fingers along the edge of the black stone table in front of me, nails clicking softly. The obsidian was pulled from the ground where the moon first bled spell. Every mark I've carved into it has meaning. Every scratch has its memory.

Dead leaves skittering on stone. I leaned over the document. My wrists screamed where the cuffs had been removed—phantom pressure still crushing the radius. My hand shook. I forced my eyes to focus. The text swam. THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT: TETHER PROTOCOL Asset ID: Neoma Solstice (Void-Born Classification) Owner: The Lugal, transferred to Unit Vanguard Command. Clause 1: The Asset agrees to unconditional obedience. Clause 2: The Asset consents to energy extraction.

The howls faded one by one, until there was only silence, and the crackle of dying fire. Then I saw them. The Triad Sisters, the heart of Moonveil’s strength, dragged through the ashes, bound in chains that shimmered black under the moonlight. Obsidaris. The magic-weakening stone. Their cries echoed across the valley, and when their light went out, something inside the earth seemed to die with it. The air turned still. The moon dimmed. And I knew. Moonveil was gone. I stumbled, falling to my knees. Tears cut clean lines through the soot on my face. “No,” I whispered, my hands trembling over my stomach. “Please, not yet. Not before she was born.”

Just then, Ethan struggled to his feet. His chest was still bleeding, his face ashen, but his eyes were filled with a resolve I had never seen before. "Catch!" He threw a glowing red item to me. "The Stone of Mutual Destruction!" he said weakly. "It can temporarily seal all spirits!" "Including yourself!" I looked at the stone. "You'll die!" "I was supposed to die anyway," he said with a bitter smile. "I'm the one who dragged you into this hell." "Just let me do this one last thing right."

He was hanging onto the edge of the broken bridge with one hand, holding me with the other. But the effort was too much. I watched in horror as the black obsidian stone on his arm began to spread at lightning speed. It raced up his shoulder and toward his neck. "Let me go!" I sobbed. "You're turning to stone! If you don't let go, you'll freeze like that and fall with me!" Alaric looked down at me. His eyes were turning into solid black glass. He couldn't speak, but one final thought flickered into my mind before the link died completely.

On the next ten items Soheila didn't pay any attention, but suddenly Klark Oz removed the red clothing of the 12th item. A bright red circle stone with a beautiful design engraved on it catch the attention of the ladies below. “Everyone, this is the Garnet Stone that if you absorbed it, you'll level up! To anyone here who's stuck at the peak level, this would be a good item for you guys! The starting bid is 2,000 gold coins.” Now, not only ladies also everyone below started to bid for this precious item. “3,000!” “3,200!” “4,000!”

“A far more fitting title than that tired epithet, ‘Waste of the Ifrit name.’ Don’t you agree?” The Viscount, as ever, remained emotionally stoic. "If it helps instill fear in our enemies," he conceded curtly. “But enough pleasantries, Ethan. Why did you summon me?” “Ah, right,” I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.Reaching into my pocket, I produced a mana stone. This one, however, wasn't like the others, brimming with vibrant energy. This stone was dull, almost lifeless, as if all its magic had been drained. The only indication of its potential lay in the intricate, almost hypnotic, engravings that spiraled across its surface.

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.

I responded. He looked annoyed, but he took a deep breath before asking, "Do you really mean it, my dearest Daughter? You know that a promise made by Immortals can never be broken until our soul perishes one day." I nodded sincerely, so he kissed my forehead in hesitation and took a pearl-like stone that emerged from my heart—it was the 'Stone of Oath, also known as the promising stone of an Immortal. He looked sad, but he promised me that he would give it to Dylan as a reward for his honesty and loyalty. It would be up to him if he took it or not.