Oblivion Legacy Lost Novels & Stories

, Clovis admitted vulnerably. Lucas stormed out of the office, running into the woods, before he would tear this place apart. He needed air to breathe. His lungs burned with exertion as he finally came to a stop, his chest heaving with ragged breath. Lucas leaned against a tree, his mind swirling with a maelstrom of emotions. Anger, frustration, and betrayal roiled within him, threatening to consume him from the inside out. The weight of Clovis’ revelations bore down on Lucas like a leaden cloak, dragging him deeper into the depths of despair.

“W-What’s the thing—what’s the thing about these shadows—obsidian whatnot?” Blame, Kleint, and Luis looked at each other for a moment, seemingly communing through the sparkle of their orbs. “Obsidian-black shadow, Ms. Marjorie, is the legendary mark of Legends. It’s rare for a wielder to attain such a stage, especially when they ended up losing their energy with trivial things such as expensive food. Not only that, it requires a lot of training and determination. In fact, unless you can successfully wear your shadow and not die by using your energy 24/7, then you can attain such a level.

But she knew something even more important, whoever these people were, they were powerful, and they had already calculated her moves better than most global leaders could anticipate. And that meant the game had only just begun. That night, Olivia sat in the penthouse, staring at the skyline, her daughter asleep behind her. She touched her wrist. A small data device blinked. Unknown signal. Another message, encrypted and unsigned, “We’ve been waiting. Your research is more valuable than you know. Come willingly, or the Legacy War will end with your extinction.” Olivia’s pulse quickened. Her lips curved into a tight, calculated smile. The world had just drawn its first line.

The room seemed colder without her presence, but the terror and grief remained, lingering in the air like a poison. “Beth... we’re going to get out of here,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, but my words fell on deaf ears. The look on Beth’s face was distant, hollow. I could see the light in her eyes flickering out, her spirit fading with Simon’s death. She was broken, and I feared I was losing her too.

Boulder rumbled, his tawny form rising, the sun’s light reflecting in his eyes, the vale’s air clear, the battle’s toll easing, Jasper’s warmth a shield, the legacy a shared victory, the standing stones a silent witness, the pack’s fire eternal. Lila’s voice was soft, her hazel eyes bright, fingers clutching her scroll, the sun’s light illuminating her face, the cold air gone, her courage a quiet glow, the marrow god’s hum silenced, her maps a testament to their victory, the vale’s wind a gentle breeze, the frozen river’s steam a faint mist, the battle’s echoes fading, her spark a guiding star, the legacy a light in the darkness. “Sam, the runes… they’re dead, but there’s a whisper—east, som

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

Carry this new burden alone, at least until morning. The weight of it crushes me with each step toward the door, with each breath, with each beat of my dying heart. Five generations of Lancaster men, and I'm the first to face this hell. The first Lancaster man who might choose love over legacy. The first Lancaster man who might walk away from it all. And as I enter my hollow home, I realize that being the first might also mean being the last. Because after tonight, I don't know if there'll be anything left of me to save.

She had no idea what she was walking into tonight, but Astra had made it clear that answers were within reach. With the journal clutched in her hand, the leather binding warm against her skin, Isla moved to the door, casting one last glance over the room that had been her father’s legacy. Every corner of the clinic felt infused with his memory—his presence—his absence. The weight of her loss had never felt so heavy, so insurmountable. But tonight, it felt as though the veil was finally being lifted. She was about to step into a world she had never imagined. A world that might finally tell her what had happened to him.

The large stone that served as the Vault's door stood open, a light throwing a soft glow on the nearby headstones. Dad's light touch on my arm stopped me. "Be careful, Ezra. There's a grave missing a body." What was Liam's goal here? Why bring us back here? To fight? No one else had the power to raise a body from its grave. "Oh, this is fun," Liam's voice echoed out from the Vault. "A wonderful family reunion, except, wait. Ezra isn't a part of our family, is he?" Liam stepped free of the Vault interior to face us.

“You can not even kill fifty Lycans on your own.” 'I, too, will come,' Obligichaun answered, 'since I am not afraid of the walking dead.' 'I pray the lost souls haven't learned how to defend,' Legolas replied, 'since otherwise, I don't see why we should bother them.' 'That way, if we ever come to Marj, the hill adjacent to Shedimoore, we'll know,' Charlotte remarked. 'However, the oath they violated was to battle against the dark's offspring, and they must fight if they are to keep it.' For at Marj, there still stands a black stone that was delivered, according to legend, by the forefathers; it was placed on a hill, and it was there that the queen of the mountains swore fealty at the start o