Oblivion Soul Gems Novels & Stories

"If he does, I will make sure I get accepted so that I can get close to him." As always, this is what I hear from the girls who are obsessed with him. As far as I know, most of them are not just after Angelo’s appearance, they also want his money and wealth. It’s not like I am judging them, I am just saying that Angelo experiences like that every time. He was used by a lot of girls. He buys them what they want. And my brother doesn’t care at all. And what happened? They still cheated on him. And how many times does it happen to different women? Five freaking times! But this Big Brother of mine said he doesn't love those people. He said he just had nothing to spend his money on. What about m

"I did, technically. But then, some noble Kindred found me and in exchange for my blood, offered me transformation. I couldn't turn that down. Power and eternal life? It was like it was screaming for me." "What about the gems…?" I asked, even though I was a little too scared to. "Don't worry, they're safe. Hidden here and there for when I truly need them." I thought back to the underground system at the country club, and the box in the cabinet hit my mind. That's what was in it. One of the gems. "All this…" I said, keeping the information I just discovered to myself. "What on earth do you want, and why do you involve innocent people?"

“It’s not that I don’t want to help but more if I interfer then your children’s future will be worse.” “Thank you for looking out for my children’s future.”, I say. We leave and this time she takes some gems off the wall, mostly the duly ones. She grabs the orange gems then the pale white along with black ones. If I’m not mistaken, the orange gems are used for transferring protection power from the owner and the protected; the pale white and black I have no idea. Once out of the cave, I take notice of the saltwater which reminds me how I’ve never been to a beach before.

Violet smiled and walked out the shop with Olivia following behind her. “So, where do you want to go?” Olivia asked as they stepped out of the shop. “I'm looking for a place where I can exchange a precious gem for cash.” “Are you sure it's a precious gem?” Olivia rolled her eyes. Violet ran her fingers inside her pocket and showed Olivia the shinning red gem. Olivia eyes widened. “That's a ruby! How did you get that?!” “None of your business,” Violet replied, “Why don't you tell me where I can exchange this ruby for cash.”

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Silver said to the seer one day that, if he hadn't woken up from slumber, the vision that the seer showed him would have come to manifestation but, it won't be easy. At the end of the vision when the gems on Vic started moving towards the other seven disciples, once they receive the gem, they will transform into dragons but they still need to get another gem. The Vampire Soul Refining Gem! It would be the gem to combine with the dragon soul refining Gem to make a whole Vampdragon refined Soul. That's why Silver had been trying to speed up things by letting them evolve as quick as they can. They have a lot of Journey ahead of them. They still need to complete the body levels of the Vampire bo

He just kept mumbling under his breath, "I'm sorry, Winnie. I never managed to protect you… I'm sorry…" I felt that Finnegan wasn't getting me. Why did he keep mumbling to himself and blaming himself for not protecting me? Wasn't he the one who hurt me the most all the while? The sedative was starting to work again, and I started floating out of consciousness. Someone suddenly hugged me tightly. His arms were warm and somewhat comforting, but they were also holding back because they were shaking uncontrollably. "Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too."

The silence was thick and heavy, almost suffocating. “We know of Hazan’s terror. His atrocities do not go unnoticed and for this reason, we shall give you the secret. The Living Gem can only be touched by a purebred Alpha. Your blood must be sprinkled on it and be given to the one closest to your heart who shall plant a kiss on it. If the heart speaks the truth, both shall be empowered by the Gem. But if the heart lies, the liar shall perish.”

“Each of you gives something bound to your past: a vow broken and remade, a name returned, a debt repaid. The magic wants repair, not more ruin.” I looked down at the last stanzas, the warnings about crowns and war. It was hard to breathe for a different reason now. “Beware the crown that sings of war. If I let anger run this, I break what I’m trying to fix.” Jeramiah’s voice was gentle. “And if you choose the quiet brave, you bend the world without snapping it.” “The counter-verse?” Henry asked, practical as ever. Claudia gestured to the obsidian slate. “A rite to keep the Soulclaw from burning its bearer. Five gifts: salt, ash, wind, bone, and a freed name.”

children he had seen in the London slums—the ones Arthur had designated as "Trash." The gold walls of the Sovereign-Prime began to groan. The liquid obsidian in the pipes started to boil. Arthur’s marble skin cracked, revealing a core of glowing, orange data. "Error," the ship’s AI whispered. "Emotional overflow. Symmetry compromised." The Obsidian Infection: Meilin’s Gamble Back in the valley, the liquid obsidian reached the moonstone flower. But it didn't consume it. The Ghost-Meilin stepped out of the petals, her silver form expanding until she was ten feet tall. She didn't fight the obsidian; she Infected it. She poured her "Vance Noise" into the liquid, turning the black sludge into a s