Oblivion Book Novels & Stories

Olivera's finger throbbed with pain as she stared at the small drop of blood on the page. The circle, now darkened with her blood, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. She pushed it away from her lap, and shifted to the other side. Her eyes widened in incredulity as white smoke began to rise from the book, curling and twisting in the air. The scent of lavender and rose filled the room, a soothing contrast to the sharp pain in her finger. She watched in awe and trepidation as the smoke began to form shapes, reacting as if it were alive.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

The room felt smaller. Evelyn stood. “Then why is she looking at me like I already gave the order?” No one answered. Back in the city, Damian stood alone in a burned-out office beneath the ruins of the Circle’s safehouse. Smoke clung to the air like memory. He pried open a charred drawer and found a hidden compartment. Inside: a single leather-bound book. No label. No crest. He opened it. Journal entries — handwritten, old, yet clear. "The wolves are fracturing. They no longer obey blood — only fear. Unless we create a new bloodline, one they cannot defy, everything will fall to ruin."

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

All that hate is a powerful thing. My clothes were ripped, and though rumors say Oblivion is nothing but fire and brimstone, there was no heat in this cave of a dungeon. I was sweating but freezing all at once, so the rumors were wrong. King Lou, the lord of Oblivion, caught me. I foolishly chased a demon down his hole when he tried to kill the Other I was protecting. Landing in the Kings lap, I knew I had made a foolish mistake.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

She felt like she's falling down in a very dark pit before everything went black. Clayton knocked out of his senses when he felt the girl's breathing start to labor. He also felt her stopping from trying to struggle out of his grip. When he got a taste from the girl's neck, he lost it. Her blood was just so addicting to him and made the monster inside him lash out to get himself satiated. No... It wasn't hunger, it was addiction at it's finest. He hasn't even sucked a bite and yet here he is, wanting for more and doped with her blood. This is something new to him and overwhelming that it was his turn to panic when the girl stopped breathing.

Alex opened the book Damian had given him in his library. It looked very old and dusty. Alex felt something strange about the book, as if it was calling him to read it. On the first page of the book was written in big letters: "Traces of what once was... Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction".

Soon she was at her destination, it was an underground library, with more books than the one upstairs. "Vincula." She whispered in Latin, books came off the shelf going to her, gracefully. Lilith took them from the sky, placing them on the table in front of her. They were in Latin, luckily. Looking over them she found, the book, that could explain everything. She opened it and began reading. Bonds: Celestial & Demonic By: Omar Bernard -

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.