Novel & Cerita Oblivion More Unfinished Business

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

Attached to the locket was a note, handwritten in elegant script. The debt remains unpaid. The bloodline will end. No security can protect you forever. The Remnant had made their move. And they were telling us, in the most personal way possible, that the game was far from over.

His mid-length, wavy black hair hadn’t greyed yet, but his stubble was salt and pepper, giving him an air of sophistication. “Alpha Lucas, Beta Dane,” said Alpha Liam, shaking their hands. “Some party you put on last night.” “It certainly was, but I’m afraid we have some bad news for you,” started Lucas, nudging Dane to give Liam the details. “Unfortunately, our patrols found a body in the river this morning. One of your pack members.” Alpha Liam’s mood turned instantly, his Alpha aura seeped from him, feeling oppressive. This man was a true, born and bred Alpha.

“This drama is sickening. Maybe it’s better to just kill both of you. I won’t be able to use you anymore, Druji. I can’t keep a foolish girl in my army. You’re a disgrace to our race!” “Then I’d be happy to leave your army,” Druji answered confidently. “Ha! Now you’re not scared of me anymore? Do you think you can leave this castle alive? Both of you will die today!” Dubheasa brought out blazing fires in her hand and threw them toward Druji. Druji was taken aback but Vivar used all his remaining strength to grab Druji and pushed him away. Druji was thrown into the hay stacks. All the fire consumed Vivar, making him scream in excruciating pain. “No!” Druji cried and tried to gather the wind t

“You can meet them again once we get everything done.” After everything I told him, his positive stance gave me hope that somehow we could make it out alive together. But part of me knew my end was inevitable. It’s a means to an end, but I won’t go down without fighting. What I saw in Orme’s head was dark, darker than I felt with Tala. I do not have a clear picture of what they are planning, but I kindly forced Orme to tell me a snippet of their plans before ending his miserable life.

"If you ever want to come back." Andhara only smiled faintly, a bitter smile that only those who had lost too much could understand. *** Amidst all this, a new threat was quietly growing in the periphery of sight. The remnants of Orion had not been completely destroyed. And in the shadows, new blood began to stir, preparing for the final battle that would decide everything. That night, as the stars gathered and the wind carried whispers of the future, everyone felt the same: Their journey was not over.

The realm, freed from the shadows of manipulation, embraced a future shaped by its traditions and the collective spirit of its people. As Luna surveyed the now purified sacred site, she felt a profound sense of accomplishment. Blackmoon, once ensnared by unseen forces, had emerged victorious in its quest for liberation. The journey to reclaim the realm's identity, guided by Luna's strategic brilliance, had come full circle, leaving behind a legacy of resilience and unity.

Nathan Treble and his wife, Angela, lived in the White River pack their entire lives. They were each born into the pack and loved it. Their Alpha, Michael Whittle, was fair and just. They may not have been the biggest at first, or even the strongest, but their pack was well-known, and for a good reason. Their Luna, Ashley, had died early on in their life and the Alpha never remarried. He had one son, Eli, who is set to take over as Alpha once his dad steps down. This will probably happen once Eli turns 21, which happens in a few months.

“Once the vultures show up, we’ll be in the spotlight.” Lennox, crouching as he wrapped a bandage around his arm, grunted. “Then let’s go before we get caught in the storm.” They moved quickly, slipping through a side exit before the media descended. Marcus had a car waiting a few blocks away. Fiona slid into the back seat, exhaling slowly. As the vehicle pulled away, she glanced at the mansion one last time. The war was over. But their battle wasn’t. --- Unfinished Business The safe house was eerily quiet when they returned. The energy that had fueled them through the mission had drained away, leaving nothing but exhaustion and lingering tension.

I pulled the covers over her naked body and stood watching her for a long moment. Mine. I dressed quietly and stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the pack lands. The forest stretched out below, ancient and watchful. A few wolves ran through the trees in the distance. My pack. My responsibility. Lucian was waiting for me when I stepped back inside. “Alpha,” he said, voice low. “We have a problem.” He handed me a report. One of our border patrols had found signs of intruders last night. Not rogue wolves. Something worse. Something that smelled like the same ancient darkness that lived in Elara’s veins.