Oblivion Night Mother Novels & Stories

"The power of old coming back. The blood that summons. The prophecy they sought to hide now calls to be rewritten." One of the spirits a grotesque thing with a half-wolf snout and scarred wings collapsed to its knees before her. "Mother of Night. What is your will?" "My will?" She laughed gently, though there was nothing funny. "My will is fire reduced to ash. My will is revenge hammered in bone." She gazed upwards—or whatever passed as a sky in this interplanar place. Her eyes narrowed. "She bears the child." The others hissed, recoiled, snarled.

I could feel her, a dark shadow racing ahead of me toward the ritual spot Celeste had warned about. "Amara, wait!" Elias shouted. But there was no time. The moon was rising, blood-red and full. The Mother would finish her ritual, and everything—my pack, my brother, my mate—would be lost. I burst into an area and froze. Seven stone pillars made a perfect circle in the center. The ground between them was carved with strange symbols that glowed purple in the moonlight. And there, in the middle, stood The Mother. She looked different now—weaker, more transparent, like a ghost. But her eyes still burned with that terrible purple fire.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

At first, Lucius tensed, but a moment later, he relaxed, as if he was melting at my touch. “That I can do,” he breathed out. “The story of my mother is yet another link in the messed-up story of the bloodlines. My father kept insisting we were cursed by the Moon Goddess herself hence why we started disappearing. Eden, that monster you saw the other day is Xabat. If you haven’t managed to put the pieces together yet, he is my Lycan. The last of the kind. A walking legend, the last link connecting the past to today.”

she urged, her hand caressing my face, "but it is necessary to avoid an Ever Night." Her fingers slipped away from my face, as she turned away. She seems to be holding in a breath, or tears, one or the other, it did not take away from the shake in her voice. My jaw tightened, though I didn't bother to reply to her remarks. Even my mother feared an Ever Night. Still, I couldn't blame her. It was simply what I am, and even as I stood, I longed for that dark place. To waste into its nothingness before the date of my mating.

“Because you are more than what they made you. You are more than the vow. You are the first, and last, Bloodbound born of choice and rebellion.” Tears burned Olivia’s eyes. “I can’t do this alone.” Her mother leaned in, pressing her forehead to Olivia’s. “You won’t.” A soft glow spread through the room. Her mother’s form began dissolving into light. “No!” Olivia lunged, grabbing her shoulders. “Not yet. You can’t leave yet,” “I have to,” her mother whispered. “But listen. Before I go… you must know the final truth.” Olivia froze. “What truth?”

The silver eyes of the acolytes faded as their energy was reclaimed. With a final, bone-shattering crack, the Mother was gone. The silver light vanished, replaced by a deep, absolute darkness. The obsidian pillar stood in the center of the square, pulsing with a faint, trapped violet glow. She wasn't dead. She was **Archived**. I fell back into the dust, my body feeling like it had been shredded by a thousand knives.

He looked at me in terror. “You’re eyes!” he said to me. He took steps away from me. I walked away from him. I felt a voice inside of me again screaming in pain. Pain for a millennia of torment. Pain of Celenia, pain of Gabrielle, and pain for myself. It urged me forward. I walked towards edge of the cliff that we were resting upon. I could see the entire battle down below. I saw Rudolph, and all the family members he brought with him engaged in battle with everyone that hurt me. I saw to the left the horizon. A whole new group of vampires charging in. I recognized Silas’ mother and family charging in. She was quick and lethal as she took Marcus Hofer from behind and tore his head off.

I will protect, not destroy. The climax of the night came when the attackers launched a final coordinated strike. Human agents moved in tandem with the most powerful remnants of Sipho’s darkness, seeking to overwhelm the mansion’s defenses entirely. Shadows surged through walls, floors, and ceilings, threatening to destabilize the estate. Human perception faltered under the combined weight of fear and ambition, and the mansion itself seemed to strain against the pressure of external and supernatural influence.

Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line. Becoming assholes is the least of the people of Thorne Hill’s worries. They’re about to become the feast of a demonic army. “How do we close it?” I ask Evander, but the only response I get is a blank stare. “I haven’t the slightest clue,” he finally says. The banshee circles again, screaming so loud it echoes inside our heads, rattling the glass windows of the house.