Oblivion Book Novels & Stories

Dolly and her best friend Chesa go on a trip to visit the enchanted river, unaware of the strange happenings in the community living close to it. What will happen if their quest for paradise leads to desperate attempts to survive? and will they ever return home from the nightmare? Black River– Apocalypse Uprising will be centered on a new region and new characters. Can you guess where it will be? It will lead to the conclusion of this book. Can you guess how its finale will end and what the second book of the series will look like?

Shining through with a shocking blue I gape at the vertical shape of its irises. As soot begins to flow from the destruction and I nod at the beast as my heart slows in my chest. With a growl large, webbed wings that crash through the walls expand on its back. I fall facedown onto the floor feeling the earth move as its humongous claws leave my vision. A vortex of wind blow through the hall at the beat of its wings as the world goes silent. As my heart takes its last beat I recall all that has come to be in this life. With my final breath I heave one last wish into the world. Forgive me.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

Her grandmother had always been interested in the supernatural, and Olivia knew that this book must have belonged to her. After she took the book with her, she went down from the attic and went to her grandmother’s old study room. Olivia then sat down at her grandmother's old desk, running her fingers over the cover of the book. It was ancient, the leather cover worn and frayed with age. She wondered how many people before her had touched this book, how many secrets it held. As she flipped through the pages, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The symbols on the pages were intricate and unfamiliar, the drawings of the demons menacing and unsettling. But Olivia couldn't tear

Mosaics lined the spiraling walls, telling stories long erased by the Council’s revisions—the first Hollowborn, the bond between moonlight and fire, the betrayal by the first Council of Elders. At the base of the staircase stood a chamber carved into the living mountain. Shelves of glowing stone held scrolls and tablets that pulsed with memory. At the center, a dais of obsidian and bone held a tome bound in moonbeast leather. Isabella approached, her hand hovering just above the tome. A whisper, ancient and feminine, slipped into her mind. Daughter of dusk and flame... the hour is upon you. She opened the book.

Olympus. I scrubbed a hand down my face and let out a curse. This meant that Chief would need to postpone Aaron’s funeral. This also meant that the entire team needed to be on the same page when we went to the auction. Oylumbus was a warehouse that was transformed into an elite night club. Owned by the devil himself. Apparently Olympus was the best place to auction off humans. I shot a text out to my team before going over to the love of my life.

She approached with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her fingers grazing the spines of other books before settling on this particular one. The book was covered in a layer of cobwebs, and dust.She delicately swept away the clinging webs with her fingers and with a determined exhale, she blew away the clinging dirt, revealing the title beneath. The leather-bound cover creaked as she opened it, the scent of ancient parchment wafting through the air. Lilith's sharp eyes scanned the contents, flipping through brittle pages with a careful touch. Hidden within the arcane passages, she stumbled upon a prophecy. It was a forbidden ritual.

The spine was unmarked, the edges worn by time. I slowly pulled it out, and a cloud of dust erupted, causing Olivia to sneeze from across the room. “What have you got there?” she asked, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face which had come loose from her bun earlier when we were messing with our old costumes. “I’m not sure yet.” I cautiously opened the book, revealing a delicate, handwritten title: The True History of the Evergreens. My heart skipped a beat. That was the name of our pack. This was it: the exact information I had been yearning for.

A book lay open, its pages made of thin sheets of copper. "These are stolen," she hissed, her finger hovering over a line of text. "This is High Elven. This is a treatise on star-navigation. They stole it when they burned the Silver Spires." "They steal everything," Tristan said, moving deeper into the room. "Keep moving. We’re looking for 'Project Apotheosis' or 'The God-Shell'. Look for the Emperor’s seal." They split up, moving down opposite sides of the narrow aisle. Saoirse scanned the spines. The Anatomy of Angels. Void Theory. The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation.

Yet what if— What if there was a loophole? A weakness? A forgotten condition? A way back? Genoviva looked thoughtful. Order looked troubled. Chaos suddenly appeared. Naturally. The ancient being looked alarmed enough that nobody complained. For once. The silence stretched. Then understanding hit me. Suddenly. Violently. The stolen book. The Origin Book. The one Elias had taken from the Spirit Realm. The book about bonds. Connections. Creation. Breaking. Unmaking. My stomach dropped. I stood so quickly my chair nearly tipped over.