Oblivion Savior's Hide Novels & Stories

--- Elara's Perspective Our research led us to an obscure prophecy hidden within the Codex of Whispers, an ancient tome guarded by the reclusive Order of the Veil. The prophecy hinted at the Enigma's Heart being concealed within the "Labyrinth of Echoes," a mystical maze said to reflect one's innermost thoughts and fears. Determined to retrieve the artifact, Damian and I embarked on a journey to seek the Order's guidance. Their sanctuary, nestled within the Misty Highlands, was shrouded in secrecy and protected by intricate enchantments.

His voice cracked on the question, some last, desperate hope flickering behind the exhaustion in his eyes. "Okay," of course I wasn't going to. Saint's life mattered more to me than any promise I might make to a rogue who'd helped take him. "Sam is at the eighth hideout from where you found us. The witch is there too." "Eighth hideout from here? Where exactly is that?" I pressed, unwilling to waste a single second more than necessary now that we finally had something concrete. "A little distance before Black Moon Pack."

“You mean we’ve been running all over, and it was here the whole time?” Alistair smirked. “The safest place to hide something is often where no one thinks to look. Your father knew that. He built layers of secrecy, layers of protection. But the final clue—the final piece of the puzzle—is in a place called the Sovereign Building.” “The Sovereign Building?” Lillian echoed. “That’s a high-rise downtown.” “Exactly,” Alistair said. “There’s an old safe inside, hidden in the basement. It hasn’t been touched in decades. That safe contains the final coordinates to the vault.”

But at what cost? Xal'dar led them on a perilous journey, navigating treacherous fissures and obsidian mazes. The air grew heavier, the shadows deeper as they delved deeper into the desolate heartland. Finally, they reached a colossal obsidian monolith, its surface etched with swirling symbols that pulsed with a faint, ominous light. This, Xal'dar explained, was the nexus, the point of convergence between realms. But activating it required a sacrifice, a conduit to bridge the dimensional gap. Evie looked at Liam, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air. They both knew the answer. They had already lost one friend; could they bear to lose another?

The room echoed with her silent struggles and the sound of each strand succumbing to the ruthless blade. Overcoming the torment, Hiya summoned the strength to break free. Fueled by a surge of determination, she staggered towards the door and fled to the hallway. When her eyes fall over a small flower pot, seemingly insignificant, became her it prompts defense. With a desperate throw over him, she aimed to shield herself from his wrath.

Aria - The Path of Truth: Aria's path led her to the Hidden Archives, a repository of ancient knowledge hidden deep within the mountains. Here, she encountered the Guardians of Truth, enigmatic beings who tested her with riddles and illusions, each designed to challenge her perception of reality.

"It’s too late, Liam. The worm is currently downloading your entire ghost-server. Your real name, your bank accounts, your communication logs with the remaining architects... and the footage of you at my house twenty years ago. It’s all being uploaded to a public cloud as we speak." "You're killing us both!" Liam shouted. "If that data goes live, the Old Guard will burn the city to find you!" "Let them try," Robbin said, grabbing the obsidian drive—which was now cool to the touch as the fail-safes were overridden. "I’ve spent my life hiding in the woods. Now, I think it’s time I let the world see what’s hiding in the dark." She turned toward the back of the vault. A panel slid open—a seconda

Angel didn’t mind backing down when she knew it was in her best interest to know what these people knew. Hunter was flabbergasted he asked more calmly “Can someone tell me what is going on?” Michael simply handed him the piece of paper, they watched as all the color drained from Hunter’s face and he stared in stunned disbelief at Angel. When the letter had been passed around to everyone in the room who had just arrived. Michael spoke saying “It appears that Stacia wasn’t off with her friend that summer, she’d gone into hiding to give birth to her daughter. Whom she then gave to someone.”

“You’re right.” “Where are they hiding it?” He averts his gaze, guilt in his eyes. “Where else? The military base. The rations are being hidden in Boreas.”

"Elias is probably already recalculating the audit. If he sees the Cenotaph moving, he’ll skip the sterilization and go straight to the collapse." ​"Let him try," Vane growled. "The High Archive is hidden in the 'Eye of the Void'—a region where the Silence is so thick it deletes light. He thinks he’s safe because no surgeon ship can navigate the static without being dissolved. But we aren't a surgeon ship." ​She pointed to the silver engine. "We are a heartbeat in a suit of iron. We don't navigate the static; we beat it back."