Oblivion Gods Novels & Stories

Were there more cracks in the Void? Ayla looked into Rhobart’s eyes. She did not remember the time before the Gods. “In your world, what were you?” Rhobart’s eyes turned silver. “I was the God of Chaos and War. Men and beasts used to bow to me.”

"I am saying The Elders made a deal with ancient gods three thousand years ago. They gained immortality and power in exchange for serving the gods' will. And the gods' will is to reshape reality into something they can control completely." "That is impossible," Owen said, though he sounded uncertain. "Ancient gods are myths. Stories." "I am three hundred years old, Owen Prescott. I have seen things you cannot imagine. And I am telling you that the magic I felt in Montana was god magic. Which means our fight is not just against The Covenant. It is against the forces that created The Covenant. Against powers we cannot hope to defeat with armies and weapons." I felt like the floor was dropping

“How many more remain? How many Old Blood still hide beneath the ruins?” Ekreth’s gaze shifted toward the distant horizon, as if seeing things far beyond mortal sight. “Few who can still stand. Fewer who will choose to. Some have grown… feral. Twisted. Broken by centuries of hiding while the gods ruled unchecked. But there are still those who remember the first oaths.” “We’ll need them all,” Nyxar said darkly. “When the gods turn on each other, this world will burn. We’ll need more than soldiers and steel.”

Vera asked softly. Damon’s gaze turned distant, golden and red intertwining in his eyes. “Malachai’s watching. From his throne. He said if the gods try again, they’ll find him waiting.” That night, I stood alone on the balcony, looking out over the forest. The sky burned faintly red, the stars alive with that same impossible shimmer. The gods had crossed into our world. And for the first time, they weren’t the ones in control. I looked up at the heavens and muttered,

“Thousands of warriors… clad in coilmail that shifts like oil.” Nyra’s gaze was fixed on the valley below. The Covenant’s war drums rolled like thunder, a warning that made even the Celestial Host flinch. “They come not for us,” she murmured, “but for the world we’ve fought to save.” Aelion hovered at her shoulder, wings folded in silent vigilance. “They march under the sign of the Obsidian Mother,” he said. “A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.”

Thanatos asked, he planned to confirm everything now that he has already summoned the first level of Thaterean. “I don’t know whether I wanted to, I can’t even confirm my late actions,” Zhang Fei Fei said. “he must be a real adversary, I don’t know much about gods that existed before the other gods, but since he is capable of doing something like this, he should be, Lucifer, Satan, God the Creator level or slightly below” Thanatos said as the scythe slowly disperse with the Chariot, he seems to have already calmed down. “Is all the gods that existed before the older god this scary” Zhang Fei Fei asked.

Then, Xiao Long took out three brushes and poured two bottles of Demonic Beast Blood into a larger container. “Alright, let's start the operation of breaking through it” Xiao Long grabbed one of the brushes and dipped it into the container containing the Demonic Beast Blood. He began to draw something with the brush that was covered in Demonic Beast Blood. Xiao Long planned to break through to the Core Formation Realm by using a formation. Of course, it wasn't a simple formation. This formation would allow him to absorb a number of resource materials simultaneously. Not only that, this formation could also absorb almost all the energy in each resource material placed in the formation. In the

Daza responded in an apologetic voice, her head still bowed. "Madaline…." Leilin called in a small childish tone. Madaline's eyes, burning with rage, settled. The cloud they stood on floated away to the largest building in the town that was the heavenly court, the home of the gods in a higher dimension. The cloud stopped, letting them both inside the building. Once they were off, the cloud floated back to the one who controlled it, Daza. They walked in through the pristine hall leading them into a court with all the elder gods in tall chairs in a circular formation. On one side was the gods of light led by the goddess Uriel and on the other side was the gods of darkness led by the god Thiton

he says grimly. Elder Mave, whose voice I’ve only ever heard in riddles and warnings, speaks with the clarity of thunder. “The Boundless Ones,” she says, tapping her clawed finger against a faded glyph, “are not myths. They were gods. Creators but they were stripped of balance and banished from the cycle of death. Not dead, they are just dreaming.” Ezra leans forward, arms braced. “Then the red moon…” “Is their turning key.”

Ivan interrogated, cutting Orlov off. “I am Journia, High Goddess of the wild.” Ivan rolled his eyes, annoyed at the presence of another God. “Is the entire Celestial Realm coming to play, or just you two?” he asked sardonically. “Tyrel has been asleep for some years now. The conflict between you and the creatures awakened him. Usually we do not interfere in mortal matters, but something must have stirred something inside Tyrel to aggravate him so,” Journia explained. “Are you sure it wasn’t just Ivan?” Orlov quipped.