Oblivion Savior's Hide Novels & Stories

He had done something similar before when he ‘stole’ my engagement ring from my finger, hadn’t he? Paviar spread the map of the borders on the table for us to see. “This area here...” His finger tapped on a spot on the map as he continued saying, “Is the dead zone. I suspect this is where Dagon is hiding.” “His hideout?” Max asked as his eyes focused on the map. “The barrier around that area was made from souls of Dagon’s victims,” Paviar explained why he suspected that was where Dagon’s hideout was.

At the Hollow Sovereign. At Kael. Then finally— At Lyra. Something ancient stirred behind his mismatched eyes. Recognition. Interest. And something far more dangerous. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "After all this time..." His voice was soft. Beautiful. Wrong. The shadows throughout the sanctuary bent toward him. The silver flames dimmed. Even the Heart seemed to hesitate. The Sovereign of Oblivion had awakened. And he looked delighted to see them.

He lost every last shred of control, screaming out one secret after another — secrets he should have taken to his grave. "The bloodstone is hidden in a vault beneath Silver Creek —" "Your brother knew everything from the start — he carried it out himself —" "I locked Ivy in the estate because I was afraid she'd go back to Pemberton Pack and find what was in the warehouses —" Ten seconds passed before Alaric signaled for the guards. Four Alpha-level guards pinned Cain to the ground. He was still screaming, veins bulging in his neck. Vivienne had been choked nearly unconscious. She lay on the platform, gasping for air.

But Daimon’s threats loomed over her like a dark cloud. Finally, through sheer force of will, a vision began to form in the dark liquid. A hidden place surrounded by towering trees and ancient protection magic. Alden’s sanctuary. The witch gasped, her body shaking violently. “I-I found it” She whispered weakly, her voice barely audible. Daimon’s eyes glowed brighter as he stepped closer, gazing into the liquid. A malicious grin spread across his face as he saw the sanctuary’s location. “So this is where they’re hiding” His voice dripped with venomous satisfaction.

He didn’t ask questions. He just said: “You don’t lie when you say my name.” “That’s enough.” They escaped through the eastern tunnels—an old war route sealed after the Fade Wars. As they fled, Ava’s mark burned. The twin moons—one red, one black—glowed through her skin. And a voice whispered: “You’re bleeding into a world that can’t hold you.” “Fix it… or be unmade forever.” 7. The Hidden Sanctuary They found shelter in the ruins of the old Oracle’s tower—abandoned in this reality.

The sounds from the hall fading as I make my way with the dim light sticking out of thick trees. How do I know she’s in this woods? I sighted her hand purse the minute I got into the car. The gold purse laid on the bench close to the parking lot, certainly she can’t be that careless, besides she’s here for a mission. I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion.

“Wait…” Olivia stopped instantly. She bolted to the chair where she stared at him expectantly with all her hopes up. “I’ll only talk about it because of her” The aged man muttered and she nodded while Wilder stared at him with gratitude. “A week or so ago, a lady came to meet me saying she needed to know about any secret hideout in the pack, that it was very important, a matter of life and death. She pleaded with me and I offered her the places I knew. In this pack, there are four major hideouts, each at every angle but far from the border. It’s deep inside the forest and without searching well, you’d miss it. If not carefully checked, you’ll never find it. I don’t know if she’s at any one b

​Evelyn Cross. ​"She’s alive," Vivian whispered, her voice barely carrying over the steady, rhythmic hum of the newly stabilized environmental scrubbers. "My father didn't just build a sanctuary down here. He split the legacy in two. He hid the physical vault in the lowlands, and he sent the administrative bypass straight into the heart of the enemy's household." ​Julian stood completely motionless beside her. His large, scarred hand slowly dropped from the small of her back, his fingers tightening until his knuckles turned a stark, bloodless white against the edge of the steel console desk. The name Cross hung in the air like a poisonous fog.

I could still see the pain in her eyes when I commanded her to stay back in case the Outlanders tried anything funny. She was one of my best soldiers. "It's still surprising that the Outlanders occupied that forgotten forest of Persia. I mean, I thought it was long destroyed. Just stories of history," Vivian murmured as she shook her head. "And that was why they seemed fucking untraceable," I hissed slowly. "With a being as old as the Demon Alpha with us," Corvin added with a grim smile, "anything was possible." Vivian and a few others smiled lightly. "My job is to make them visible," she said. "When this stone is activated, you can see them within five square metres. Stay behind me and don'

With his help, we successfully get out from the mist, and into the cave. The cave is hidden from the outside, and it serve as a secret base of Sergei Coven. Ash, Zephyr, and I were walking inside the fog, while the others run straight into our hideout, they will be saved since the route will lead them into Layton’s hunting cabin. We shifted back, and a member of the coven gave us a fresh white shirt and pants. We went inside a room and look at Sergei, who already sat with Dianthus beside him. “Welcome to my secret hideout, Alpha, please come and sit.”