Oblivion Nocturnal Quest Novels & Stories

“There’s a cave deep within our territory, beyond the Frostbite Ridge. Inside, you’ll find a rare flower that blooms only in complete darkness—the Nightshade Blossom. It has been said that its petals hold ancient magic, but no one has ever been able to retrieve it. The cold inside the cave is unbearable for most, and the path is treacherous. Bring us the Nightshade Blossom, and you will have passed the first trial.” Xavier and I exchanged a glance. It didn’t sound easy, but it also didn’t seem impossible. We had faced worse. “Is that all?” I asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. Donovan smirked, though there was no warmth in it. “No, that’s only the beginning. But if you can’t e

Seraphina inclined her head slightly, her expressions neutral, “Very well. I will help you, but understand that the journey is dangerous, and you should prepare yourself for whatever lies before you.” Luna took a deep breath, trying to center herself. “Tell us everything we need to know.” Seraphina was intense, almost piercing as she began the explanation. “The temple you seek is hidden deep in the forest and protected by wards. You’ll have to bypass those wards to gain access to the relic. However, know this: the Nightborne are not the only concern. There are beings bound to the relic’s powers, and they will not be happy about your interrupting their presence.”

As I was leaving Granny, I thought I would look for those two rascals, but I found them already gone. My granny looked at me as if to see whether I would lie to her again and asked, "Where to?" I informed her I was going to meet my Luna, your granddaughter-in-law, with a simple grin. I changed into my wolf, Jone, because I didn't want to hear what my granny was about to say concerning me going to see Elisa. Then, I rushed into the dense forest in the direction of the crescent stone pack. Even though it wasn't far, I would rather run there than walk.

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.

“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.”

Suddenly, without any warning, the lights flickered and went off, and I just knew someone was playing a sick game with me. It better not be those maids because I do not have the patience or tolerance for their childish antics. I’m not their friend, and I’m certainly not a kid, so I’m not the right person for them to play such pranks on. I turned around, my heart racing, not bothering to call out to anyone as I made my way to the switch, grabbing the remote with a sense of urgency. As I flicked it back on, the lights blazed to life, illuminating the room for a brief moment. But just as I was about to leave, the lights went out again, plunging me into darkness.

"The Second Quest is a test of command. A Luna does not lead herself; she leads the Pack. Your task is simple: guide three low-ranking Omegas through the White-Ash Rogue Territory. The goal is to reach the Black Rock checkpoint without a single death." He motioned, and three lines of three Omegas were brought forward. Mira got her group. They were scared but recognized her status. Hera’s group looked like they were marching to their own funeral. She had already killed her previous competition, and they knew it. Then, I looked at my group. Three Omegas, their heads lowered, their bodies thin and scarred. They didn't look like warriors; they simply looked weak. "You have 24 hours," Aaron said.

In the center grew a single cluster of Moonbloom flowers, glowing soft silver. But they weren’t alone. Mutated infected — these ones adapted to darkness with pale skin, oversized eyes, and echolocation screeches — prowled the cavern. Among them were familiar faces: former night-class students and groundskeepers who had been turned early. Kael shifted into his massive wolf form, silver-black fur blending with the shadows. “Stay close.” The hunt turned deadly within minutes. A pack of night-stalkers attacked from above, dropping from the cavern ceiling. Kael roared and leaped, tearing one apart mid-air. Damien became pure shadow, striking from blind spots with lethal efficiency. Serena, still

“If you feel pulled off the path, *say it*.” Nightveil’s tracker—whose name I finally caught as Varr—moved ahead, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. “There are old tricks here,” he said. “Nothing overt yet. Just… watching.” Aria of Bloodthorn, the Witchwood seemed to murmur. Aria of Mooncrest, the air responded. The curse hummed like a third voice. My mark prickled. I fixed my eyes on the back of Kael’s cloak and kept walking. ***

"My inner wolf required a fresh scent-profile after the long travel, so I traded my bloodline fibers for these pale blue valley hides that showcase my running legs," I stated, shifting my weight into the frame of the heavy obsidian threshold. Vickon Blackwynd locked his dark pupils onto my form for a silent span of heartbeats before executing a firm nod of his chin. "Very well. Advance across the perimeter and extract the records your beast requires." I stepped inside his command sector, and within three paces, the broken, stolen cluster of lunar flora I had been shielding behind my flank was exposed to his tracking senses.