Oblivion Savior's Hide Novels & Stories

Much to Danbury’s objections. Then we hit the road to the guild. Savage focused on their step as they wove through the close trees of the Dread Hideout. Closer to the Blue Lark with each step. “What was so valuable you nearly lost your life for it?” Savage asked. “We protect sacred things.” Rhyers weakly lifted the bag. “This is a sacred thing.” “Fair enough.” *** WaterRose, Grier Country SEBASTIAN Sebastian still stood in the Parlor staring out toward the stables.

Every single one bowed their heads toward Eros. Dylan exhaled slowly. “God.” One of the warriors looked up. “We found the entrance.” Eros finally turned away from the balcony. And Dylan felt the shift immediately. Purpose. Cold and absolute. “Where?” “Beyond the northern ruins. Hidden beneath the mountains.” Another warrior hesitated before speaking again. “There’s more.” Eros’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The Veil isn’t hiding anymore.” Silence settled across the room. Dylan frowned. “What does that mean?”

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

Marcus, “And Roe?” I paused. Me, “He’s not Thorne’s security anymore. He’s their contingency plan. If Damon falls, Roe burns the proof.” Marcus, “Then we need a new one.” By midnight, the city skyline burned in cold light. I opened my backup laptop, loaded a new file, an untouched mirror of the archive. Hidden in a digital vault under a name Damon would never search: VALE/OBLIVION And next to it, a handwritten message I’d found in my father’s old chessboard, hidden under the Queen’s square. “Control is temporary. Truth is patient.”

She sent one message, a truly devastating one: “Grandfather is awake. Wounded. Butcher is down. Daniel is safe. Bali failed. Meet me at The Sanctuary. Love, Liv.” The Sanctuary was a private code David and Olivia had created years ago, referring to the deepest and safest part of the Sterling Corporation bunker hidden beneath a secluded property from their youth. It was a place Robert would never know. After doing everything she could for the moment, Olivia checked Grandfather one last time. He needed a miracle. She looked at Daniel, whose wide, fearful eyes stared back. Olivia knew the nightmare was far from over. The next four hours would be the fight of her life, ensuring the Grandfather S

"He means we need answers. Sabine believes there’s a ceremony that can unbind the curse safely." "And if I say no?" Larkan’s voice dropped. "Then your next awakening might kill hundreds." I laughed, sharp, cold. "Then you better hope I don’t get angry." Leofric winced. "Morwenna, please. This isn’t a trap." "Everything here is a trap." But I agreed. Not because I trusted them. Because I needed to know how deep this magic ran. We left under guard. The Sanctum sat at the base of the mountain, hidden in a fissure behind a frozen waterfall. It reeked of secrets. No torches. Just bioluminescent moss casting ghostlight over bone-carved pillars.

“We need Seraphine. And we need the people. We can’t reclaim the throne alone.” Ivy nodded. “Then we go to the Hidden Grove. The witches will protect us. And the old packs still remember the prophecy. If we call them, they will answer.” They ran. They moved through the icy woods pushing past thorny bushes that scratched their skin crossing streams and rocky areas—until the trees opened up like a curtain showing a small area lit by the moon. The Hidden Grove. Seraphine stood in the center, her white hair braided with bone and starlight. Her eyes—silver and ancient—widened as she saw them approach.

Another deep in the Ruins of Valeash, the sunken city that had once been a center of magical learning. And the last—high in the Obsidian Spine, an active volcanic ridge barely traversable even with power. We all leaned in, stunned. But I counted them. One. Two. Three. Plus the one in me. That made four. There was no fifth. Aurora was the first to say it aloud. “Where’s the last one?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. Maybe it hasn’t been revealed yet… or maybe—” “It’s hidden,” Lykan said quietly from behind us. “On purpose.”

Watching the sky. Hope. We were slammed back into our bodies. I gasped, staggering forward. Lira caught me first. Caius steadied himself on the altar, his breath ragged, eyes wide. “I saw it,” he whispered. “So did I,” Lira breathed. “The dagger. The temple. It’s real.” I nodded, slowly catching my breath. “The Dagger of Severance lies beneath the Witchborne Temple. It's hidden within the Ashen Veil. Protected by spirits and twisted magic. No one who’s gone in has come out.”

The air beyond the brass Spires did not just grow cold; it turned to pure, razor-sharp ice that smelled of old sulfur and wet coal. As we stepped off the final mechanical bridge, the ancient, golden-runed clockwork of the Sunken Epoch abruptly vanished. It was replaced by a massive, hollow cavern of jagged, raw obsidian—a subterranean abyss known to the oldest northern clans as the Obsidian Maw. Here, the tectonic plates of the Western Rift ground together in absolute darkness, creating deep, vertical fissures that hissed with pressurized, boiling steam from the molten core below.