Oblivion More Unfinished Business Novels & Stories

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

But the tree kept me safe and protected from everything that was happening outside. In response to that, Rodeath stepped back and bowed her head. The environment went back to normal immediately after this, and both the heaviness and shortness of breath were gone. In response, Rodeath shook her head in my direction, saying “Apart from that,” She continued, referring to me. “I wanted to let you know that the tribulation games will begin soon. The clans are all ready and the tests are approved, you're the only one missing.”

“Riven… you actually did it. We… we were alive. We… all of us…” Riven’s hand brushed against the crown key, feeling its energy still flowing. “This isn’t over,” he said softly. “Bishop and Vex… they were only part of it. There are still forces out there… waiting. Watching. And Meridian… Meridian will never stop testing us.” Wolf smirked, wiping blood from his face. “Great. So we get no vacation. Just endless apocalyptic nightmares. Fun.” Riven allowed himself a small, tired smile. “We fight. We survive. That’s what we do.”

Marcus, “And Roe?” I paused. Me, “He’s not Thorne’s security anymore. He’s their contingency plan. If Damon falls, Roe burns the proof.” Marcus, “Then we need a new one.” By midnight, the city skyline burned in cold light. I opened my backup laptop, loaded a new file, an untouched mirror of the archive. Hidden in a digital vault under a name Damon would never search: VALE/OBLIVION And next to it, a handwritten message I’d found in my father’s old chessboard, hidden under the Queen’s square. “Control is temporary. Truth is patient.”

Dangerously deliberate. The guardian growled. The Sovereign of Oblivion ignored him. Instead, he turned toward Kael. The sanctuary seemed to hold its breath. The two Sovereigns stared at each other. Shadow. Oblivion. Balance. Endings. Ancient forces meeting again after thousands of years. The Sovereign of Oblivion's gaze softened unexpectedly. "My old friend." Kael's expression remained cold. "We are not friends." The answer came instantly. The newcomer sighed dramatically.

It was written plainly in the Ebon Testament. The Lyovles are not born. They awaken. Their blood binds and breaks. Their presence unravels balance. Through them, the old world ends. Only to be saved, when their life is gone. All beings gone, only to be saved when a single generation who bears the curse is wiped out. I never prepared for this outcome. I'm in a dilemma as to what to do with this information. Do I surrender myself to the hunters? Do I struggle to survive? Do I pretend I never read those sentences and put the entire paranormal world in danger? Do I leave the academy?

"It must all be because of Lyra. She deliberately seduced me so I would fall for the wrong person. Otherwise, we would be as happy in this life as we were in the previous one. You were just blinded by the grudges of our previous life. You can't just say you don't love me anymore! That must be it! I can solve this. Mirella, wait for me!" After he finished speaking to himself, he jumped out of the window and fled in panic. I impatiently rubbed my temples and looked at the little wolfkin sticking his head out of the bed. "I'll call your family to pick you up tomorrow. You can't just stay here forever." As I had recently become obsessed with medicine, I spent a huge sum to hire some poor but hea

And what he saw only sharpened his resolve. Rotti was slipping. The company had bled money after the failed merger. Desperation made him reckless. And desperation left holes. Holes Evan could use. He stared at the photos again. The blurred outline. The smirk half-caught in reflection. The man who had been circling Adrian like a vulture, who had dared to leave notes, who had snapped pictures of what wasn’t his to touch. Evan pressed a hand flat against the wall, against the name. His voice was low, steady, meant only for the dark.

"I'll report to your company first thing tomorrow!" After a brief pause, I asked the question I had been holding back. "By the way, Mr. Quinlan, are you actually infertile?" He replied casually, "No. If I never show my weakness, how would I lure out all the snakes hiding in the shadows?" I shivered slightly at the cold amusement on his face. Life among the elite was ruthless. Unknowingly, I had also become a pawn in a much larger game. Collecting myself, I turned and stepped off the ship. As I left, a trail of crimson marred the water.I didn't give it a second thought. Instead, I focused on tomorrow.

"The Auditor is getting sloppy in his old age." "I was just verifying the London sub-routines, Dad," I said, taking my seat. I looked at the four of them: the Butcher, the Prince, the Wraith, and the Omen. "The 'Infinite Ledger' is officially balanced. We’ve moved beyond the acquisition phase. We’re in the legacy phase." Silas looked at me, his gaze dark and piercing, the look of a man who had seen the bottom of the abyss and decided to pave it. "And the Vanguard splinter group? The ones trying to buy back the North End land rights?"