Oblivion Night Mother Novels & Stories

*"The Ouroboros Clan cursed me to sleep. Your serpents' song cut my chains." Eden stepped forward, defiant. "We didn't free you." *"No."* Her coral lips split into a smile. *"Your fear did."* The trench collapsed. --- **EDEN'S POV** We surfaced in a cavern of ice and iron, the walls etched with murals of wolves tearing out their own throats. The Mother loomed above us, her true form flickering-a woman, a wraith, a *concept*. "What do you want?" Kelly demanded.

It hummed, flaming embers falling. Rhea knelt, weak. Aaron clutched my leg. Father’s voice whispered in my mind: Trust him. He hadn’t returned. I curled the sword in my bleeding hand and rose. “He took... him?” I said. Damien’s grin was patient. “Yes.” Behind me, Mother collapsed backwards, eyes glowing gold. My mother, a believer in the Flame. Betrayer. I spun. “Mother, what have you done?” Mother whispered as darkness swallowed the realm again:

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

“You don’t mind, do you sis?” “No. There is plenty here.” I giggled as I also grabbed a drumstick. “But back to Natalie.” I continued as I took a small bite of the chicken. “I don’t think finding her will be easy. Remember she has a connection with Lunar Eclipse.” “True.” Daxton nodded as he crossed his arms and placed his left ankle over his right knee. “Lunar Eclipse is the most notorious pack in the world. No matter how much effort we put into looking into the pack, we keep hitting a wall.”

“You are weak, Supreme Luna. Balance is a lie. Solis will cleanse this world!” He struck an Eclipse scout, ripping his throat out. The scout’s blood sprayed across Liora’s fur. And the battlefield exploded into chaos once more. --- Scene 5: The Mother’s Whisper In the maelstrom of violence, Liora felt herself slipping. Her power roared inside her chest, begging to be unleashed. “Liora…” A soft, silvery voice echoed in her mind. “My little moonbeam…” “I—Mother?” Liora whispered, her knees hitting the blood-soaked earth. Around her, the battlefield blurred into mist.

Her Shadowwalkers swarm, claws gleaming, and the gates tremble, the relic’s hum a thunderous roar. Before I can strike, the fortress’s core pulses, and a figure emerges—Voren, not in shadow, but flesh, his aura a black star, his eyes twin voids. “Convergence,” he intones, blade raised, lunar mark glowing, a twisted mirror of Elara’s. “Your mother’s blood began this. Yours ends it. Give me the blade, or your allies burn.”

The air inside the inner sanctum did not taste of the Antarctic’s bite; it was heavy: wet: and smelled of ancient lightning and blooming lilies. The violet light pulsing from the walls was not a static glow but a rhythmic respiration: the very heartbeat of the world made visible. At the center of the chamber: suspended within a massive pillar of translucent obsidian: was the First Mother. She was a wolf of impossible proportions: her fur a shimmering white that held the depth of a thousand snows: her closed eyes promising a wisdom that predated the first stone. But she was not at peace. A web of black: pulsing vines: the "necrotic nervous system" of the First Void: had burrowed into her skin

Your mother did not die by accident. The rogues who attacked her in the northern woods — they were not ordinary outcasts. They were agents of the Unmaker. Fragments of its will, sent to find and destroy the next Hidden Luna before she could rise. They came for you, Lira. And your mother — she knew. She knew what they were. She knew what they wanted. And she stood between them and you, knowing she would not survive, because she believed that you would save the world one day.

I grin at him creepily as he eyes me down. The door to the study room opens again and Amanda steps out. She walks over to me and stops. Her eyes glaze over, creeping me out. “ Cursed girl. ” She speaks in the robotic tone, causing me to jump back from her. Facing me completely, she takes a step forward. Her eyes scream knowledge and knowledge always scares me. Oblivion is a gift from Moon Goddess. I realized this the moment I met my mate. “ You must fix what you ruined. ” She states in the same robotic tone and marches away from me.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.