Romans & histoires Oblivion Nocturnal Quest

The Nightclaw pack had set up camp in birdhshifters territory with permission of the phoenix queen, and hadn’t stopped their relentless search in Death Valley, with burning hours of searching. Each encounter was more dangerous than the first, with scouts returning injured from the Quilla Beast's spells and illusions. There was still no news of Tarrin, and it wasn’t tempting to take the front door towards the Lycans’ territory since it would alarm them immediately and harm the gamma.

"My professors are stuck in the last century. They’re teaching us combustion engine repair. Combustion engines! Meanwhile, I’m in here hacking quantum firewalls. I feel like I’m sitting in kindergarten. I just want to finish the degree so I can get a piece of paper that says I’m smart." "Well," Ren said, standing up. "Tonight, you don't have to be bored. Tonight, we aren't students or sons. We're legends." Ren walked to the mission board. The Admin had posted a new Quest. Unlike the grim, dossier-style contracts of the assassination missions, this one was styled like a high-fantasy raid. The interface was bright, colorful, and pulsed with adventure. QUEST: THE HOARD OF THE CLOCKWORK KING TAR

Evans’ POV The Nightclaw temple was filled with incense smoke, which coiled about the darkened room in spectral tendrils. Flames flew furiously from the ceremonial torches, casting shadows against the stone walls. With their faces concealed by dark hoods and their deep chanting echoing in my bones, the elders formed a perfect circle. I stood in the middle of it all, my heart thumping in my chest. That was it. The ritual that would decide whether I was a fraud or the Lunar Queen reborn was the Ritual of the Nightclaw.

"Okay. Now, where were we?" "Uh, well-" "Yes! Thank you your majesty. As I was saying, you are on a quest to find the mistress of the night. How else do you think she'd prefer you to travel?" "Does it matter?" He smacked his right hand on his face in disbelief. Lilith was truly a demon of the night, but why... "The dragon stone. It flames in the dark, it'll guide us at nightfall."

" Where did they take you to?" Bianca asked him but he didn't give her any reply and Bianca didn't bother to asked him again because, it seemed like he doesn't even want to talk to her but she was only trying to make the place more lively. Bianca didn't even know when night came because the whole place was dark, but when she began to feel cold and she noticed that everywhere was quite she knew that it was night already. Some people were already fast asleep and were snoring loudly which infuriated Bianca who couldn't sleep because of the blood suckers called mosquitoes hovering around her, making some bugging noise in her ear, while some of them were biting her. Sadly there was nothing like b

[ IN WHICH SHE ENTERS THE PROBLEM OF ROME ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I place my palms on the railing of the balcony. Worried, I peer over the metal bar. Below me, there is nothing. I see nothing. The land of Alkhemi has been covered by darkness. And that means it has been 12 hours since Sin had left with the warriors to the Land of Avsky. He should have been back by now. They should have saved Jacqueline and returned by now. A quest like this shouldn’t take much time except something bad had already happened.

Suddenly— [NEW MAIN QUEST UNLOCKED. [THE TRUTH BEHIND THE SCRIPT] Objective: Discover the origin of the System. Time Limit: 30 Days. Failure: Permanent Soul Lock. Evelina stared at the final line. Then another message appeared. [HIDDEN CONDITION: TRUST NO ONE.] Her smile disappeared. Because beneath that message was one final warning. [INCLUDING GRAND DUKE LUCIEN VALEMONT.] Evelina slowly turned toward Lucien. He was already looking at her. For a moment, neither spoke.

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.

I pulled on a simple, hooded cloak of grey wool and stepped into the corridor. The Stronghold was different at three in the morning. The blue bioluminescence was at its dimmest, pulsing like a dying star. The guards—members of the Obsidian Elite—were stationed at every major junction, but they were trained to watch for external threats, not a Queen sneaking out to the "forbidden" levels.

My duty as a Luna compelled me to confront the unknown head-on, to face whatever awaited us on the desolate outskirts. The SUV came to a halt near the location Nixon had specified. We stepped out into the chilly night, the scent of damp earth and the distant howls of unseen creatures filling the air. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the landscape, revealing an abandoned building that stood like a solemn sentinel in the darkness. We approached cautiously, the crunch of gravel beneath their boots resonating in the quietude. The entrance to the building loomed ahead, a foreboding portal into the unknown. I sniffed, trying to find any scent of those bloodsuckers, but couldn’t find any.