Romans & histoires Obscur

[The Hive’s Lament] Ang katahimikan ng Obsidian Forge ay binasag ng isang libong sigaw na hindi nanggagaling sa lalamunan, kundi sa mismong hibla ng aming mga utak. The air felt thick, heavy with the phantom scent of ozone and the metallic tang of mass suffering. It wasn't just a sound; it was a psychic hemorrhage, a collective agony that vibrated through the permanent bridge now linking my soul to Dante’s.

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« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

“It did. And I would go through it all again if it meant ending up here with you. You are my greatest adventure Liana. My forever.” We sat in comfortable silence for a long time, just holding each other as the waves whispered against the shore. Then I felt it again. That old familiar chill. I sat up slowly and looked toward the cliffs in the distance. There, standing perfectly still against the darkening sky, was a new figure. A silhouette watching us from afar. Not moving. Not hiding. Just watching. “John,” I whispered, my hand tightening on his arm. He followed my gaze and went still. “I see it. Whoever it is, they are still out there. The obsession never truly died. It just changed faces.

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

‘O’Brien…’ (Your Majesty… What can I do for you? ‘Did you approve access to the MoonGoddess library? And has a sprightly little Omega she-wolf turned up at your borders?’ (‘You know our rules, Your Majesty. No one is allowed access to our library without your Royal seal of consent… Concerning the she-wolf, give me a moment…’) The other end goes quiet for a moment before Elder O’Brien returns. (‘Sorry, Your Majesty. But no one has approached our borders for quite some time, especially not any she-wolves.’)

Something is off. Way off.

"Maybe stupid cow fuck wait to ruin Tink's day again." Mike didn't say anything. Tink's goggles had been an obsession since she had lost them to the minotaur. They were magical, able to see things that ordinary people couldn't, and Tink had waited so long only because the house had needed structural repairs to the front deck. This morning, Tink had announced that she had waited long enough and was ready to move forward with Operation Stupid Cow Fuck (her name, not his). "Ready?" Mike asked, his hand hovering over the small, white painted knob.

Firnen asked. Adrian nodded, having learned about it from Rozi and the others yesterday. Over the past month, the situation on the battlefield of Obscura had been extremely unfavorable for them. At least thirty thousand people had perished in the sea during the last assault. "I heard that the wild spirits helped Obscura?" "That's right. Obscura is inclined to believe in various gods. Although those gods are considered wild spirits in our eyes, they have still been widely worshiped and wield powers that humans can’t compare to." Firnen sighed.