Oblivion Night Mother Novels & Stories

No longer a fly on the wall, I had become an active pest buzzing around his ears. Maybe I was paranoid. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep. After I saw Asmodeus's new form, I expected him to visit me the next night to feed. Indulge me. Take my opportunity to understand him. Prove to him I wasn't going to let him go. But he never showed up. Instead, I propelled myself neck-deep into nightmares. The crash over and over again. The horrifying image of my mother dangling over me, her blood everywhere. Storming rain outside. I almost couldn't feel my own injuries. I couldn't move against the numbness crushing me.

Dozens of tall, faceless monsters made of pure black smoke and glowing green eyes crawled out from the dark, their long, razor-sharp claws scraping against the frozen ground. As Gabriel leads his vanguard army down the mountain path toward the border, a terrifying, high-pitched screech echoes through the trees. Gabriel violently skids to a halt, his golden eyes widening in horror. Standing directly in the middle of the narrow mountain pass is his wicked mother, Evelyn, flanked by fifty howling shadow-monsters. Evelyn raises her hand, pointing a glowing green blade straight at Gabriel’s chest, and laughs, Did you really think I would let you leave the valley, my sweet, foolish boy?"

The third was the one that killed everything else. Lysander Thorne had always smiled the most. He was laughing when the ritual began, laughing until my mother staggered between us. “No!” mother shouted, standing before him with her arms spread wide. “You will not finish this. You have taken enough from her!” Elder Corpin Nightweald, the elder everyone respected in Night fang shouted for order. While the crowd pressed closer, hungry for blood and prophecy. Riven frowned. “Move,” he commanded. “She is my daughter,” my mother snarled. “Chosen by the Moon. You will not strip the last blessing from her!”

Gunner cut in, “Yes, the Ethereal Plane. Turns out, I have been there hundreds of times. She has been watching over me all my life, taking care of me. She raised me Gunner. She took my memories so that I wouldn’t be hurt by not being with her, or something like that, but then she gave them back to me again” I spoke excitedly as I peered up at him. “You’ve lost me again” he mumbled and rubbed his eyes. “Selene, the Moon Goddess, she’s my mother. She has been with me all my life” I said slowly, watching his face twitch as my words seeped into his ears. He nodded his head slowly and I continued,

She looked around and saw no one. Instead she came face to face to the street view. She held onto the bannister and lazily leaned on them as she gazed at the dark silhouettes in the night. Their apartment building is located in a secluded part of their town and on the far front is the Alterax woods. The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering.

“A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.” Nyra’s heart clenched. “I know that sign,” she replied, voice low. “It’s hers... my sister’s.” Behind the Covenant’s front lines strode a figure wrapped in tattered silks, crowned with horns of black iron. Her eyes glowed molten gold. She moved with predatory grace: Selene Blackthorn, reborn as Mother of Ruin. Guards scattered before her as though she commanded the very earth. Caelum put a hand on Nyra’s arm. “She leads them,” he said, exhale hitching. “Your twin… the one you thought lost.”

My eyes widened as the light carried me upward, defying the pull of the earth. The agony in my chest receded, replaced by an impossible serenity. And then, she appeared. Moonlight gathered at the cliff’s edge, weaving itself into a silhouette of grace. Silver hair, eyes like stagnant pools of starlight, a presence so ancient and overwhelming that the world seemed to hold its breath. Lunethra... the Moon Goddess, my real mother. Mom gasped, a ragged, tearful sound. “Eli’s mother...” she whispered, falling to her knees.

In the dream, the full moon was so bright. The light came through the leaves of the trees, and made the daturas more beautiful under its light. For a moment, Ayla was sure she was in the Night-Blooming Garden, but soon the moon hid behind the clouds and everything became dark. “I’m sorry, Ayla, you have to stay here.” Only the silhouette of the woman was visible, but her voice was familiar. “Who are you?” She tried to walk towards the woman, but roots grew from under the soil and imprisoned her ankles.

“We… we need to know. Our daughter… She’s been… involved with the Moonlit pack. And we need to know…” The Oracle regarded them with a knowing look, as if she could see straight into their minds. “Ah, I see.”, she said softly. “Yes, I have sensed the stirrings of destiny surrounding your daughter. There is indeed a connection between her and the Moonlit pack, a bond that transcends time and space.” Elio and Leonora exchanged stunned glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “But… what does it mean?”, Elio asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

Huh? I turned to look at Adrian, who had a blank look on his face while staring at her. Did these both have a history that I didn’t know about? Whatever history it was, it better stay history. I turned towards the last Goddess and eyes as black as the night met my gaze. Dark-skinned and wearing a black dress, she was the personification of night itself. I saw her black wings rolling black mist for a moment before it vanished. And I knew without a shade of doubt that standing before me was the primordial deity Nyx, the Goddess of Night… my mother! Even if I couldn’t remember her, my very soul recognised her…