Oblivion Shivering Isles Location Novels & Stories

The winds shifted, carrying her words into the night, all the way to Ember Hollow, where Isabella stirred in her sleep, her dreams thick with whispers and fire. ----- A crimson sun loomed over Ember Hollow, casting a blood-red hue across the charred lands below. The air was thick with tension, a silence so loud it buzzed in the ears of those who dared walk the crumbling paths of the realm. In the distance, the spires of the ancient Council Fortress pierced the sky like obsidian daggers, a silent reminder of the power still held by those who sat in the shadows.

In the next half an hour, we landed at the airport in the human city and from there, we transferred to my private jet. "How far is Poziarne exactly?" She asked me. "Six hours." I replied. "Our supernatural island or Attenberg Isles— as humans call it is the main island in the centre and the vampire islands are scattered around it. And since we are in the middle of Jivan, it takes us almost the same time to go to any Kingdom. The islands towards the north are Prajini and Mozog, Bellehaven Isle is in the east, west is Poziarne and, south west we have Voda. Ovzdusia is somewhere in the south east, no on really knows where it is exactly."

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

"I don't think that magic has been seen since the days of your guild." Shaan took out his pouch of magic powder. "This is indeed special and can only be wielded by a few. The powder itself is mined from a specific place near the Kanima mountains. I can still access it as it is within the jungle. That's part of the reason why Verna wanted to take your carabao, so that I can get to that secret place faster. The magic, however, can only be awakened by a special kind of magical creature." Shaan gazed tenderly at Verna. "You mean Verna?" asked Eldion.

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

I looked between them. “So everyone is annoying?” Rhys looked impressed. “You understood surprisingly fast.” That earned a small laugh from me, though it quickly faded as my thoughts drifted again. A glowing crystal city. Massive crystal veins beneath the ground. And me heading straight toward it while shadow demons hunted whatever had awakened inside me. The knot in my chest tightened slightly. I pushed the thought away before it could settle too deeply. Right now, I had more immediate problems. Like surviving this horse ride without permanently losing feeling in my legs.

So, the group had decided to travel again to Elkshire, bringing with them only light accommodations for the journey. Avera’s feet reached the top of the hill and stopped, looking down upon the remnants of Elkshire and scorched earth. Soot and ash covered the ground below in the circle of the black and barren wood. Bodies laid red and rotting all throughout the streets of the razed city. Avera looked on with horror, and she felt her stomach turn as the smell of human decomposition filled her nostrils. ‘How could they do this?’ Benjamin stood beside her, and she saw his eyes close in pain and anger as he hung his head and cried. His fists and teeth were clenched as the tears fell softly from h

I swam and felt the venom I had built up in my soul being taken by the waves of the sea and carried far out into the open blue. I felt that this was the place where I could rise from the ashes and build a future just for me as I dreamed it and could finally do whatever I wanted without being criticized or contradicted. It was my heaven, for which I had Olivia to thank. She proved she was more sincere than I thought.

“For the record, George, we have no idea where I came from, so it’s rather hasty to conclude such a thing.” Her pea-green eyes bored at the sun, its rays illuminating the raging waves of the sea. She could almost taste the salty wind, could hardly ignore the silent calls of its depth, urging her to come forward. The various noise caused by different tourists was the only thing keeping her on the bay. Their laughter, their yells, their smiles, made her want to run away. “Oh come on, Z! Not that argument again. How many times should I tell you? You are not a human, okay? You’re a Shadow Wielder. You’ve been born here. That’s irrevocable!”

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.