Oblivion Nocturnal Quest Novels & Stories

"In your final hour there, she discovered how much you loved her. The guilt forced her to break through her memory suppression. Everyone else has forgotten you ever existed, but she remembers. She's been tearing the entire world apart looking for you. "Right now, that world is rapidly collapsing under the weight of her obsession. Unless you go back, it's going to dissolve into nothingness." "Do you want to go back?" the System asked tentatively. While I was spacing out, Vivian walked over and waved a hand in front of my face. "What are you daydreaming about? I'm starving. Come grab dinner with me." I snapped out of it and gave her a nod. But in my head, I answered the System, "No. I never fe

The knob turned. Then the blue screen in front of me flashed a bright red color. It was so bright that it lit up my dark room. The cold, mechanical voice of LUS boomed so hard inside my brain that it made my ears ring. [LUS Initializing. First Quest: Sever the leeching ties. Reward: Dimensional Storage.]

Quent had already led a group of men into the back of Misty Slopes, together with several council elders. “Have you found them?” Clovis came to Jules and asked. Jules continued to fiddle with the Salvo fruit seed in his palm. “Not yet,” he replied. “It’s too dark here, and the back of the mountain is massive. Finding them will take a long time.” Clovis gave a slight nod. Then he closed his eyes once more, and a brilliant light burst forth from him. Following that, the phantom condensed by the Demiurge Method shot in the direction of the mountain’s back.

“We’ve got five days left, Levin. The map’s our edge. These traps—tunnels, pits—could turn the ritual ground against Damon.” “Against him how?” Debby asked, her eyes sharp, leaning over the map. “What kind of traps?” “Old ones,” I said, tracing a symbol. “Hunter logs mention Lykaon’s pack building defenses—spiked pits, collapsing tunnels. If we trigger them, Damon’s wolves get caught.” “Then we use them,” Levin said, his voice grim. “Sasha, you and Marcus scout the docks tonight. Confirm Brad’s path. Jerry, Debby, we stay here, figure out these symbols.”

"She doesn't know about our world. It's better this way." "She's so perfect. So fragile." His voice broke with agony. "If she finds out what kind of monster I really am, she'll be terrified." My heart almost stopped. Ryder... wasn't human? "Bullshit," one of his buddies jeered. "If you’re so tough, then stop whining on that encrypted forum every night. 'Midnight_Howler'... real creative." Midnight_Howler. I memorized the ID. I slipped back to my room and opened my laptop. I found the hidden forum called "The Den". With a few tricks, I registered and got in.

Help the citizens regain their land along with a might of few that is equivalent to the military prowess of 40,000 Israelite Troops, and prove your faithfulness to the covenant. "Well as you could see, multiple ruptures appeared in different locations which varied from open-space locations like parks and beaches to enclosed-places like caves and tunnels. We are unfortunate that most of the low-tiered parties in this country are more focused on subjugating small-scale quests, but this quest requires mobility on multiple locations with lesser people… Thus we opted to advertise the quest to international parties as well, and thankfully your group had answered our call. We cannot thank you enoug

Luna: "Stay strong! We will find each other again! Trust in the Moonstone's guidance!" With renewed determination, Luna focused on the fragments of the Moonstone embedded within her. The celestial energy surged through her, illuminating the darkness and guiding her path. She followed the faint glow, maneuvering through the labyrinth's ever-changing corridors. Along the way, Luna encountered the shadowy figures she had glimpsed earlier. They materialized into formidable guardians, each embodying a different aspect of darkness. Luna understood that she needed to overcome their challenges to reunite her pack. The first guardian, a creature with smoky tendrils, whispered seductive promises of po

in the future. She also doubted Omon would have any of that Olgsburg rum. It seemed nice. Wait. Her mind flickered and she turned to look at their bedroom. She hurried inside, grabbing Jude's bottle of rum once again and reading its label. “Olsburg, Made in Barbados.” This was human made grum. Lena frowned, disappointed to know that her mate had been off to the human societies without her. It was something she always wanted to do, he knew that and yet. Perhaps there truly was no way she could change him. She wondered if the moon goddess ever made mistakes with allocation of mates.

Everyone prepared themselves and pin the last part of their chains to the wrought. “Convel, I want you to grab our prisoner.” My eyes never blinked this fast before. “Why?” “I want her to see us, to see what we believe in, and to see how we make sure everyone is safe.” I nodded as a response to what he said. He is determined to let humans, especially hunters, understand us. Minutes after leaving Alarick and my beer, I finally arrived at the dungeon with no guards around because of the blood moon. I slowly entered the dungeon. It was dark, but our eyes could see everything, no matter how dim the surroundings were.

We are here to keep you and your friends safe. Who are you? Chloe couldn’t help herself from asking. What are you? We will explain all in due time but right now, consider us your allies and loyal guardians. The voice replied cryptically. Chloe wanted to push for more answers but before she could say anything, the shadows melted away along with the trees. Ahead of the group, the land rolled down into a valley, stretching as far as the eye could see. There was nothing but snow covered prairies and the endless night sky scattered with stars like diamonds on velvet. It was all just land and sky...