Oblivion Book Novels & Stories

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

Lucian growled “Never heard of you” “You will” the man said “Because you’ve just stolen from us what we’ve waited ten thousand years to reclaim” Ewen raised a spell Soren braced for battle Lucian stepped in front of me again And I Opened the book Because I knew this was only the next beginning And this time I wouldn’t survive it without becoming something else entirely

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

So I went to the one place Obscura kept its oldest mistakes. Evelina was already there when I arrived, standing near a long table stacked with tomes bound in leather too dark to be decorative. She did not look up immediately, but I knew she sensed me the moment I crossed the threshold. “You felt it too,” she said, her tone smooth and quiet, though not surprised. “Yes,” I replied, setting my bag down beside her. “The fluctuation was structured. Not brute force.” Evelina nodded once. “It was measured.”

But what they had called was no longer theirs to command. The ritual chamber split under the pressure. Black fire burst through the cracks, crawling along the carved runes like veins filled with poison. Patricia shrieked, clutching her head as stones rained from the ceiling. Elara stumbled back, candle dropping from her hand, her face twisted in horror. And Gloria—Gloria only smiled. Her veil slipped, her teeth bared. She drank in the sight like wine. “She’s waking,” she whispered. “Our queen of ruin. Our key.”

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

I pulled out my laptop and continued to read the ebook I started a week ago. 3 chapters went by fast, one more chapter, and this book is going to my archives. Wow, I swear it feels like I just started this book yesterday. A few paragraphs away from the end, something buzz in my pocket. Scowling, I pull out my phone and look at the screen. "Your favorite ❤️" Ughhh, all 3 of them put their names as "Your favorite" how am I supposed to know which of them are calling right now? "Hey, cinnamon sugar."

"This part talks about the others. The things that came before angels and demons. It calls them 'the Dreaming Wounds.' Entities that were never supposed to wake." Lucian's spine straightened. "And one of them?" "Here." She tapped the page. A single word etched in jagged red ink: Nihareth. Lucian tasted the name in the back of his throat, like blood. Kairis turned another page, revealing an inked drawing: a crude sketch of a burning city, and a tall figure with hollow eyes standing amidst the flames. The glyph for Oblivion was scrawled above it. "The book says Nihareth was the last of the Wounds to fall asleep. He walked through the outer gates when the world was still forming. They say his b

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.