Novel & Cerita Oblivion Souls

"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

Seraphina asked. Elena nodded. "I need to know what we’re dealing with." As she closed her eyes, the whispers grew louder. Images began to form in her mind: a massive shadow spreading across the land, swallowing everything in its path. At the center of the darkness was a figure—tall, cloaked, and menacing. "Oblivion," the whispers said again, louder this time. Elena gasped as the vision shifted. She saw a temple buried deep within the mountains, ancient and foreboding. The shadow seemed to emanate from it, like a wound in the earth.

I know how powerful you are, but the souls in Mournglow River aren't just some ordinary beings. "If time runs out and you don't come back, you'll have no choice but to go down to keep them company. Otherwise, the river won't settle. "I'll help from the shore and protect you. I'll use the power of the Oblivion Draught to search every lifetime for places that the young man has been, but it all depends on whether he's willing to emerge. "Also, calling souls in this world requires something the living soul loves most. Did you bring anything?"

The man with star-born skin knelt before a colossal obelisk made of obsidian and bone, All around him, statues of forgotten gods stared without eyes, He lifted a tiny flame the one he’d taken. “She has bound herself. Foolish girl.” The obelisk cracked, From within it A shape emerged. Seven arms. No face. And a crown of fireflies whispering secrets, It spoke in no tongue but all who listened understood “The Equinox Flame lives Then it is time. Bring me… the Mother.” Liora woke in a cold sweat, bound to Auren by the hinge, Their souls hummed in tandem. She looked to him. “You did it,” she whispered.

the spirit through "Mechanical-Duress." Elen established the Soul-Refinery on the outer rings of the First-Engine. It was a terrifying structure of "Hyper-Compressors" and "Centrifugal-Sieves" designed to strip away the light from the Quintessence, leaving behind only the "Heavy-Residue" of struggle. This was the "Soul-Oil." To produce it, the Guild-Masters had to "D******d" their most difficult memories—the hunger of the North, the fear of the Void, the heat of the forge—into the refining chambers. The oil was literally "Pressed" from the history of the Union.

“Tony Russo was stabbed more than a dozen times by enemies while begging on the streets yesterday. He’s dead.” I glanced at the photo, unmoved. “And the old men?” “All accounts have been consolidated. The entire East Coast’s underground business is now under your control. Your new investments are also outperforming traditional operations.” I walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window and looked down at the sleepless city. In my previous life, I was trampled at the bottom. However, in this one, I stood at the very peak. I lowered my gaze to the ouroboros ring on my finger, then touched the iris birthmark at my collarbone.

Aralyn’s POV It was dusk and bloody fog again when Sentaya sent me to yield new souls from the entrance again. They would usually be in a semi-dead state and a stupor or would crawl helplessly, hanging on the last threads of life and attempting to get their asses out of the cave when I'd come to collect them. They would usually not have much energy left in them to give resistance. This makes things easier as I usually struggle to drag them through the cave, even when they offer little or no resistance. They are as heavy as stranded whales on shore, although carrying corpses through hell improved my strength and stamina. Still, fuck, they were heavy. This is because I am not dragging their ph

Bella explained, making Carissa even more confused. "Because of the accident, my soul died, Carissa, and now my body is empty, and you will occupy it. You will enter Arabella's body, live my life, and continue your life as me," he explained again. "But why? Why should I be you?" asked Carissa confusedly.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma