Oblivion Night Mother Novelas e Histórias

Shadows of Destiny The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a graveyard of silence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the relic still clutched in Elara’s hands. The loyalists’ bodies lay scattered across the stones, their rebellion snuffed out in the shadow of the blood moon. Its crimson light throbbed overhead, a heartbeat in the sky that quickened Aria’s own pulse. She held Rollan close, his tiny frame pressed against her, his soft whimpers cutting through the stillness. Then it came—a howl, low and mournful, rising from the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the torches lining the walls sputtered, casting frantic shadows that danced like s

The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith. "You couldn't destroy someone the Moon Goddess had already chosen to bless." My father began crying openly. "Lilith... I'm sorry, I know I failed you, please forgive me." "Please forgive us, I promise to be the best sister." Nora whispered through tears, I closed my eyes briefly, before slowly pulling them open again, trying hard to block my tears from flowing... They do not deserve a drop of my tears. Oliver stepped beside me. "You will answer for your actions, your fake tears won't save you."

I couldn't afford to go. I switched off the screen and pulled myself back into the dark. Whatever happiness belonged to normal college students, it wasn't mine to have. I had a dream that night. Dad, a man I'd only ever seen in financial magazines, stood over Mom after knocking her to the ground. "Diane Sutherland, you and that hick son of yours are nothing but a couple of freeloaders, always crawling back with your hands out."

“Everything you did for me was never out of love as a mother, but only to make up for your guilt and because you are possessive to the point of madness. “This whole time, your protection was all about control. Your nurturing is all about manipulation. “You treated me like I was a project of yours. You couldn’t handle any flaws in me, and couldn't stomach the thought of me escaping your control. “In my past life, when I fell in love with a boy that you considered imperfect, you killed him without hesitation, then you killed me too. “I am not a replacement for Astrid. Nor am I your beloved daughter. “I am only a prisoner whom you used to satisfy your desires for control.” Everything I said cut

As this scent swept through the arena like a tsunami, the breath of every proud, violent Alpha grew heavy and uncontrolled. Not from desire. Their souls were being choked by an absolute superior. A god's hand pressed down on the back of their necks. Not heavy. But it forced their proud spines to bend. *Thud.* In the back row of the stands, the elderly Omega washerwoman rose to her feet. She smoothed her faded grey dress, bent her knees with solemn dignity, and pressed her forehead to the freezing stone floor. She wept uncontrollably. *"The Lycan Mother... the gods have blessed us! The Mother has returned!"*

my mother's voice is a whisper away from sounding hysterical. Blazes grasp tightens around my body, “It seems that the Moon Goddess has chosen her side and is a firm believer in fate.” With a low growl, he advances toward my mother, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. I shudder as a chill runs down my spine, feeling as though I am caught in the midst of a supernatural battle beyond my comprehension.

I couldn't even fathom how badly you would have to want more power to be willing to murder your own mother and bath in her blood. "Avamarie!" Jenevive screamed to get her attention. Avamarie looked over her shoulder than rolled her eyes. "I'll be back. Let me drop this woman quickly, then we'll get started on the ritual. We've only a few minutes before the moon is full in the sky." She dropped me back to the ground and turned on her heel to face off with her mother.

POV DARLENE The transition into the One-Hundred-and-Fifty-Sixth Layer of Entropy was not a passage, but a Total Genetic Annexation. As the quicksilver shards and the gilded void of the Heir’s Reckoning dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Mercy" didn't just end—it Exposed the Root. We emerged into a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, hollowed-out skull made of Indigo Silk and Crushed Pearls. This was the Chamber of the Shadow-Luna, the architectural basement of the sovereign lineage where the High Council of the West had hidden the Real Mother of the North—not the goddess of light, but the Sister of Shadows who had traded her divinity for the power to weave the

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

At that time, when the creature appeared in front of him, when she stopped close to the kiss of firelight, they were silent, then, his mother was being overcome by a wave of black fire, when the air enveloped them, that The creature's breath made her scream. Before Riuma could get any closer, a squad member stopped him. - No, my mother. - He said. - It's late. – Another said. When his mother was engulfed in flames while being swallowed by a portal, then came the disturbing silence that gnawed at my nerves as I watched the now illuminated features of our deity, who took my mother as a sacrifice. The Ancient One, known as the Envoy of Oblivion to the outside world, looked different from what t