Oblivion Books Novels & Stories

The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe) Book 1: Tryss (In Progress) Book 2: Reya (In Progress) Book 3: Raven (In Progress)

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.

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."

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.

Mosi I shook my head, trying to get the black little spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes, so I could get my bearings to gather myself and get off this floor, from under all these books and pieces of wood planks that used to be Kalama’s bookcase. I took some books off of my legs and dusted off dust and rubble from all over me, while looking for a place to put hands to push myself up. Everywhere around me was covered with debris.

The Fall of the leader :) So, yes, there is a book three coming, I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN as I will now be working on book 3 of the Kinky CEO series :) Keeps your eyes peeled for: The Rise Of The New Biker Queen: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book Three.

“Why don’t we give them a look? Just to see. No one has to know.” “Oh, I don’t think he’d like that. But . . . come to think of it . . . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s actually a good reason to, isn’t it? Especially now, while he’s busy. Oh, maybe just a peek.” Mr. Pervis’s library was just down the hall. It was considerably smaller than Salem’s, so it didn’t take us long to find the ritual books. “There’s so many,” Loretta said, pulling a few off the shelf and flipping through them. “But they’re all so bloody confusing. Doesn’t he have any for apprentices?” She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

At the center of the hall lay a staircase spiraling downward into darkness. The entrance to the Obsidian Archives. Sienna knelt at the edge, running a hand over the dust-covered stone. “It’s open.” Rael frowned. “That’s bad, isn’t it?” Sienna nodded. “Very.” Elior exchanged a glance with Myrra before stepping forward. “Then let’s find out who opened it.” And what they left behind. Beneath the Earth The air in the archives was thick with age, carrying the scent of forgotten ink and dust-covered parchment. Their torches cast flickering light over the rows of towering bookshelves, each lined with texts that had not seen the light of day in centuries.

"Something deeper. Her light is retreating inward, like a star collapsing." The great hall transforms around us as club members respond to unspoken commands. Ancient texts appear on nearby tables, their pages turned by careful hands seeking forgotten knowledge. Copper bowls materialize on the hearth stones, filled with herbs that spark and smolder, releasing smoke in precise patterns that drift toward Dawn like seeking fingers. Crystal vessels of water from the sacred pools are placed at the cardinal points around her, their surfaces rippling though no one touches them.