Oblivion Savior's Hide Novels & Stories

"Come with me. I know where your father hid the second map layer. It’s not in the library. It’s in the old scout chambers beneath the northern watchtower. We can find the name of the survivor before Eldrick intercepts us." I looked down at the parchment in my hand, then back toward the hold where the black shadow of Eldrick’s wolf was already tearing through the tree line at the base of the ridge. The bond inside me was screaming, a terrifying mix of his panic and his fury flooding my senses. He was coming to reclaim his secrets. Or he was coming to reclaim me. "Lead the way," I said to Kaelen, my voice hardening into steel. We turned and sprinted deeper into the dark woods, heading toward t

**** **** Faraway, in the land of the Tibetian Gnomes, Pitshu and Markin, the uncountable battalion of armoured soldiers gathered before the Most High Cave of Valor. On the high, layered stones stood Ser Finis, flanked by three comrades. He was the grandcommander. Aged and burly but still speaking with a spark in his funny voice. He yelled out. "Listen! The Vessel has been hidden behind the walls of Theartera. Heh!" He paused for a moment like he wanted the news to sink in. "Do you know what it means?" The thousands of soldiers said nothing but stare up at him, curiously.

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Stop staring at the map like it’s going to grow legs and walk us there, Nomo! It isn’t in the Deadlands. It isn't even in the Citadel's high-security vaults. My mother didn't hide it where the soldiers look; she hid it where the priests pray," Sofia snapped, her voice echoing off the damp, moss-slicked walls of the drainage tunnel. She shoved the tattered journal back into Nomo’s chest, her fingers tingling with a frantic, cold indigo energy that made the very shadows around her feet recoil.

“We can’t destroy it. But we can hide it. Somewhere even the Void Council can’t find it.” They worked quickly, gathering the survivors and moving them to a nearby cave—one Cole had discovered as a boy, hidden behind a curtain of vines and protected by ancient wards his father had set. While Elara tended to the wounded, Jade and Lila helped Cole carry his father inside, laying him on a bed of moss and ferns.

"We felt the… shockwave. A surge of power unlike anything we've felt since the fall of the Shadow King. We've tracked you from Stillwater, through the highlands, to that accursed library, and to the coast. Wherever you go, the world… shudders. You leave behind restored villages and standing stones, but you also leave behind a trail of confused survivors and destabilised realities." She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing, destabilising. "And you travel with a creature of the void. The same void that birthed the Shadow King. Explain yourselves." Liora found her voice. "We are fighting the same enemy. The Oblivion. The thing that is making the world forget. We are Scribes. We are restoring

"And no one will know I ever existed." Kieran's hand touched my shoulder. It was very warm, solid, and real. "That's not going to happen." His touch grounded me. It reminded me I wasn't just numbers or memories; I was here. "We need to move. Before she finishes the merge." Subject One nodded. "Sanctum is buried under the western ridge. The path is fractured. Dangerous. But I can guide you through the old vents." "I'm coming too." Subject 13's voice was firm.

“Don’t leave her to die.” “I’m going to save her.” I snarled, grinding my teeth and meeting his eyes, our connection a fire between us. “Sabrina’s got word that Savire’s holed up out at a safe house, on the highway about a mile out. I’ll grab the shutdown code for the ritual. Don’t close the lab, keep them alive.”

a convergence of dark forces threatening to plunge their world into eternal darkness. The seers revealed that the fully assembled Phoenix Heart had the power to prevent the Eclipse of Oblivion and restore balance to the world. Asher and Elira, resolute in their purpose, embarked on the perilous journey to recover the last shard hidden in the heart of the Forbidden Abyss—a place rumored to be the birthplace of all magic.

She turned and gazed in the direction where the aircraft had vanished, silently offering a prayer. … The aircraft soared through the clouds. Orabella warned, "You need to find a solution fast. I have no intention of dying with you." Gideon's expression was equally grave. He understood that revealing his Solar Titan Physique would attract the attention of many powerful individuals. "Lysander," he called. "Yes!" "After we leave Dasovia," Gideon continued, "we'll head to the Asgard Plains. Orabella, that's where the Spirale Clan's lair is, right?"

The adrenaline begins to wear off, and I find myself hoping against hope that I can hide long enough for the timer to run out. Then, a voice cuts through the silence. "You’re not exactly good at hiding, are you?" My blood runs cold, and I freeze, every muscle in my body going rigid. I know that voice. It's Xerxes. I peek over the edge of the branch, my stomach twisting in embarrassment. There he is, standing below me with his arms crossed, his eyes glowing with an almost mocking amusement. "You’ll be found within minutes," he adds, the words like a cruel prophecy.