Oblivion Book Novels & Stories

Yet Elias’s presence behind her reminded her of loyalty, of protection, of another kind of fire—one she could rely on without questioning. Shaking herself, she turned back to the Codex. Her fingers traced the silver symbols, and the book opened on its own, revealing pages filled with ink that shimmered like liquid shadow. The words were indecipherable at first, swirling and shifting, but slowly, patterns emerged. Ancient spells, instructions for summoning and controlling shadows, notes about bloodlines and forbidden pacts… Evelyn’s eyes widened. She realized that everything Lucien and Elias had warned about, every secret Ava had hinted at, was contained within this single book. And the book

Her expression darkened. The Book of Life was not just any artifact. It recorded every soul born into existence, every fate written into the fabric of the universe. It was the only way for her to obtain the book of death and the Archai weapon to open the gates of the Levite Garden and to obtain the Book of Rebirth and awaken herself as Na’ara forcefully. SInce Lilith won’t merge with her and she can’t subdue her.

Trying to win over the household staff wouldn't be a bad idea. "Humph," Olivia mutters. I can't help but smirk. Olivia reminds me of Adrexa, a no-nonsense servant when I was living in Troy. The thought makes me a little sad because I have no idea if Adrexa or the other house servants were able to escape the invading Greek's wrath.

Isolde smiled triumphantly as more of her supporters revealed themselves. Thorne looked directly at Lyra across the growing battlefield, his expression expectant. The alignment had begun. And the Dying Veil Realm was tearing itself apart. Chaos swallowed the Grand Hall of Veils in seconds. Nobles shouted and scattered as guards clashed with Eclipse Order operatives. Spells cracked through the air — bursts of silver light colliding with dark violet shadows. The floating silks caught fire from stray magic, drifting down like burning banners. The three moons overhead seemed to burn brighter, feeding the frenzy.

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

I almost relax. Almost. Then I reach a page marked with a thin black ribbon. My stomach tightens. The writing here is darker. Heavier. The letters press into the page like they’re carved instead of written. “The Lyovles are not born. They awaken.” My breath catches. I keep reading. Each word lands like a stone in my chest. “Their blood binds and breaks. Their presence unravels balance. Through them, the old world ends. Only to be saved, when their life is gone.”

After all, even he could not understand how my mind worked. But fortunately, I did not disappoint him this time as I shook my head at them. "You aren't truly sorry. You're just scared of Theodore's retribution. You're only worried about yourselves. My obliviousness is just a way to protect myself. But now that I know you wanted to hurt me, I won't let this be." Only then did I understand why I had become so oblivious. Back at the orphanage, many adults had said we were children who had been abandoned. There had been plenty of bullying among the children too.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

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