Oblivion Turn Undead Novels & Stories

Well, as long as I have him, I don't care about anything else. He finally also started to explain the undead that we had encountered. At long last!! We could talk about the North's issues! I always wanted to have this conversation with him. 'Finally, one question off our mind!' Kath beamed, and I agreed. Vlad patiently explained to me that the undead just started showing up once he was the Lord of the North. They sometimes just randomly show up with no specific time. He said that they eventually retreated on their own or when they fully extinguished a couple of waves. But he added one eerie thing..

An Attack from the Old World Before dawn, the shadows split. A low rumble cracked through the forest. Kiva’s shout rang out: “Incoming!” Flames surged—but not from the Hollow. They were dark. Corrupted. Synthetic. A new force poured in—cloaked warriors wearing masks of bone, hands glowing with purple fire that twisted instead of warmed. “False flame,” Lilith hissed. “Sanctum-born.” Darian drew his blade. “They want to erase the Hollow before its memory spreads.” Elias stepped into their path, his palm burning with real fire.

"Weren't you so good at toughing it out earlier? So full of justice—even claiming to be Ms. Spencer herself. How ridiculous!" "Hurry up and admit you're just lying! If not, I'll leave you to drown here!" I did not give in to them. I had died once in my past life—I wasn't afraid to die again. Once Mark regained consciousness, he would tell Eric everything. So I wasn't worried about Eric not knowing how I died. He would avenge me then, and I could die knowing it was worth it. A hand yanked my hair, pulling me out of the water. I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me.

I responded turning around, my eyes searching for him. "But I'm afraid to say.. Your favorite soup won't be served today." He said stepping out of the complete darkness in uncle lucas form. "More Ilike death." He added. I felt myself being raised up into the air, my legs and hands started turning clockwise.. my bones about to break. My face had a look of horror, this wasn't how I planned to have my last battle with Abaddon. The elders said I would be able to take over Abaddon's mind for complete thirty minutes, why is this happening instead?

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

The wolves recover from their surprise and begin to attack me at the same time but Orthros shifts and Levi suddenly rises from behind me to cover my back, sending the wolves scurrying away in fear. The sons of Fenrir have taken advantage of the distraction the wolves provided, sacrificing their warriors to run away, but I halt them with my own power, making them forget everything they know, resulting in them going around in circles, utterly confused, as empty as their hearts that carry no empathy or compassion. “Pathetic fools. I don’t need incantations to use my gifts. I am Oblivion and I am Memory.” I growl. “I will make sure you never corrupt weaker minds again with your poisonous beliefs

“Andrius! Hurry and take him down! We can’t hold on much longer.” At that moment, Andrius heard Charles’ urging voice and could not help but be stunned. He turned around to look. The seven elders had the upper hand and were suppressing Charles and the others. “Andrius, these elders are undead, resurrected using a secret technique. They feel no pain, their strength has greatly increased, and their bodies resist our attacks, making it difficult to harm them. Hurry and injure Gareth to turn the tide!” Cedric also urged. It was clear the situation on the other side was precarious.

She was certain that even an Ambience level cultivator would not be able to survive under the attack of so many zombies and the thick poison fog in the air. Despite knowing that the zombies were decreasing in number, Darlene did not feel like it was a shame. In fact, she only grew more excited. Wilbur being so powerful was something that excited Darlene. Once she had killed him, she would be able to make a super zombie out of him that was more powerful than all the zombies she had forged before combined. She would finally have an expert fighting under her. It was important to note that upon Darlene's zombification, an Ambience level cultivator would be able to reach Sanctuary level once they

The pain of turning the spoiled child of the house into a prisoner with hundreds of tubes attached to her body, if no rescue consolation, stunned her. And she was not the only one in this place. At least 20 prisons like hers were strategically aligned, containing roughly unconscious bodies her age. Terror invaded her. He panicked. He waved his arms in a desperate attempt to separate the multiple serums embedded in his skin to become more entangled in them. The air left his lungs. His world was getting dark. Everything was fading. *** Blaren couldn't believe he was there. Being the babysitter of his brother's wolf human companion. He had been brought up to date with the new and crazy events a

I nodded my head in understanding. “Are people going to be destroyed?” I asked and Kora looked at me confused, “When I first mentioned to you turning the afterlife into one single realm, you said that if Lucifer found out what I was planning he would destroy me and I would get no rebirth and be stuck in oblivion for eternity.” She inhaled deeply, Kora had been extremely open with me about things because she wanted the same thing as I did, “Yes, some will be lost,” I sighed as she shared the truth, ignoring eye contact with me.