Oblivion Books Novels & Stories

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"We felt the… shockwave. A surge of power unlike anything we've felt since the fall of the Shadow King. We've tracked you from Stillwater, through the highlands, to that accursed library, and to the coast. Wherever you go, the world… shudders. You leave behind restored villages and standing stones, but you also leave behind a trail of confused survivors and destabilised realities." She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing, destabilising. "And you travel with a creature of the void. The same void that birthed the Shadow King. Explain yourselves." Liora found her voice. "We are fighting the same enemy. The Oblivion. The thing that is making the world forget. We are Scribes. We are restoring

Wolves of The Dark Moon Series Book 1- Alpha Rick (chapters 1- 81) Book 2- Alpha Black and His Luna (chapter 82 onward) Book 3- The Beta’s Obsession (coming soon) Olivia The pain. It's too much.

She replied. Olivia looked at them like they spoke in different languages she couldn't understand. First it was vampires and werewolves, now it's sorcery and witchcraft? "Just how many fictional beings are real? And what's a flagae?" She asked.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

Inheritance Beyond Bone: A Study of Blood Memory in the Sovereign Lines Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky

I walked around, idly scanning the book spines as my mind traveled back to the books Olivia used to read at that auditorium eleven years ago. The first book she forgot, David B. Steinman’s Bridges and Their Builders, I took home and only returned days later to the exact chair she’d left it. She apparently noticed and started to ‘forget’ more books; The Nature Of the Physics World, An Introduction to Mathematics, The Human use of Human Beings, and more books I assumed were her favorites she wanted me to read too. And the whole time, we never said a word to each other, till that prom night.

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.