Novel & Cerita Oblivion A Matter Of Honor

They were damned if they remembered, and damned if they forgot. As Elara tended to Ashiel’s wound, Liora looked out into the darkening highlands. The war against Oblivion was not just fought with hope and rain. It was fought with pain, and sacrifice, and the terrible, necessary weight of a past that refused to stay buried.

Darian’s brows pinched together and he and Gabe shared a look before he raised the phone to his ear. I listened in on the conversation, obviously. It was about a rogue pack that had set up shelter between the Lycan Pack and the Oblivions. The Oblivions were a rather quiet pack that kept to themselves but they were also the Lycan Pack’s greatest ally because their warriors were trained by the Royal Guards Elite. It was a pack filled with bloodthirsty warriors, one better than the other, and losing or surrendering were not words that they kept in their vocabulary.

Then she continued, softly, “Look, I know you love your mate, but from my perspective, Maura is hiding, hurting you, leaving my sweet, good-natured, and caring only brother to waste away to death. I want her found and I want you to live. So please, put aside your honor, just for today because you need all the help you can get. Please let me call the OCS. Let me get a story written with the people living with the humans, let me give you every chance possible to survive” Mattel closed his eyes in resignation, and remembered the agony of the kiss. “Ok” . TBC ~please leave a gem~

I was already pretty sure I knew the answer to that, but I wouldn’t ruin my friend’s fun. “The Dirty Den.” She said in a reverent tone, letting the words hang in the air for added effect. “No.” “Come on Ruby, don’t just say no. Think about it.” “Why on earth would I think about illegally sneaking into the wolf section of the city just to go to a dive bar with a reputation for trouble?” My words came out more harshly than I intended, but I didn’t want Corrine to think she had any chance of convincing me. There was no way I was going to risk breaking one of the cardinal rules of our society: Humans must not cross into wolf territory without permission and permission was near impossible to come

Valor smirked. “Yeah, right. We knew who that person was.” He bumped in, sibilating every word he said. “It was Edom, right, Lady Olivia Norton?” He asked ferociously. Olive felt her hand tremble, but she managed to ignore it. “But how did that bastard get my granddaughter’s number? Hmm?” Valor reached the ceramic jar on his table and wiped it clean. Olive grinned her teeth, trying to rack her mind for the right words to say. She flinched when Valor spoke again.

“Can’t argue with that,, unfortunately.” We have had a rogue problem for nearly a year. It had gotten progressively worse, and Armi even had some wolves in the village disguised to pose as rogues. He hadn’t had any luck though getting information and now we knew why. There wasn’t information to get. “Where do we stand with Silver Rock right now?” I ask as we wait there for the warriors he called to come take care of the bodies. “Due to renew our peace contract end of the year. Apparently, that won’t be happening though.”

Ebu replied, his voice dropping into a dark, resonant register. “Darling,” she said, her smile turning brittle, “the ancient laws were written by the alphas who won the last war. Honor is a luxury for the dead.” They shared a heavy, loaded silence, the underlying tension of their existence settling over the room like winter frost. For a fleeting moment, the weight of the conspiracy felt bearable, anchored by the synchronized rhythm of their shared blood and focus. Working with Selene was effortless; her mind moved like quicksilver, translating complex digital runes into actionable targets faster than his eyes could follow.

Changed game from survival to potential victory. It fought back. Corruption flooding through connection. Trying to overwhelm me. Trying to consume me. Trying to prove that attacking was fatal mistake that would cost everything. But I wasn't alone. Wasn't unsupported. Wasn't fighting individually. Liam and Caleb anchored me through mate bonds. Held me. Protected me. Prevented corruption from consuming while I fought at entity's core. The assault faltered. Rogues hesitated. Shadow Sisters paused. Everything connected to entity felt disturbance. Felt source being attacked. Felt fundamental change happening that affected all manifestations.

Dimitri's voice was absolutely zero. "It's a reality check." Antonio kept his voice level. "Lorenzo is old school. He believes in honor, contracts, sacred arrangements. You broke all three by choosing Eve over Isabella. And while he might not move against you directly, he will absolutely see Eve as the source of the problem. The obstacle that needs to be removed." "If he touches her..."

Each clash sang with old power. When the creature fell, collapsing into ash, both stood panting. Blaine glanced sideways, grin returning despite the smoke. “Admit it. We make a good team.” Damian glared. “…Don’t push it.” “Fine. But you’re buying the drinks when we get back.” At the heart of the realm, where the veil between worlds thinned Lucifer and Allistair stood back to back, light and darkness spiraling around them. Rogues circled like storms, and still they held the ward strong.