Vampire Dust Oblivion Novels & Stories

She moved quickly, her instinct taking over, her fingers flying, she masked her IP, rerouted her connection, triple-checked the firewall. Only then did she log in. OBSIDIAN_13 Online. One by one, usernames began to appear. First, it was NYX, then Ralph, and seven others. Making them ten players. A full lobby. The chat exploded almost instantly. Chat: WAIT—OBSIDIAN_13?? Chat: Isn’t that NULLWRAITH’s alt? Chat: Nah, NULLWRAITH doesn’t play open lobbies. Chat: Math check—OBSIDIAN = black stone. NULLWRAITH = ghost. Darkness theme?

The elf body twist and churns into a full fledge living tree. The trunk slams down on the oceanic floor and grows beyond the pool. The sound of a bursting rupture fills the ocean as well as the surface just above. The tree emerges from the pond which startles everyone in attendance. Oblika takes a long look at the tree. Its leaves are fully blooming like living nature is at the prime of its life. The elven blood, however, coats that beautiful greenery with dark red blood. Venus's frightened look looks upon the creation and notices a sense of dark magic that has been used, the same old magic that is used to create and destroy. Quickly, she runs to Oblika and pushes her down to the ground. She

The hand of obsidian smoke plunges through the glass, bypassing the basalt shell of my ribs to seize the high-frequency vibration of my Moonstone heart. A greasy tide of necrotic purple code floods my system. The 14-B virus, fueled by the Silence-Weaver’s manual override, pours into my silver-mercury nerves like liquid lead. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

He pushed past the blinding panic, stripping away the scent of mud, blood, and ozone, aggressively hunting for that faint, familiar scent to trace it back to its absolute, undeniable source. The morning sun was just beginning to bleed over the jagged peaks of the Blackwood mountains, casting long, pale shadows across the estate. Gamma Toby and the elite stealth team marched heavily out of the eastern tree line. They were completely covered in ash, dirt, and the dark, sickening soot of the subterranean fire they had just set. They had spent the entire night systematically eradicating Damon's walking abominations and burning the cavern down to the bedrock until nothing but embers remained. The

"Is that so? Let's give it a try, then." Damon radiated a powerful spirit aura as black miasma filled the air, morphing into a set of armor. "Ha! Talking to you is such a waste of time. All I need to do is kill you, and everything involving you will end." The next second, Damon became disappeared from view as he cast an invisibility spell. Wilbur activated his Iris Veritas as well, which rendered Damon's spell useless. Under the effects of the Iris Veritas, Wilbur could see the nine flame crystal cores in Damon's body laid in a unique round formation that was steadily sending spiritual energy and the power of destruction to him.

“Bring the woman! Kill the rest!” Helena felt Dante’s weakness through their bond, a pain as if her own heart were being crushed. She didn’t retreat. Instead, she closed her eyes and reached for the Thorne connection with the land of Blackwater. The blood of the Guardians demanded its tribute. She felt the roots of distant trees, the river’s water, and the heat of the Blackwoods. With a cry that came not from her lungs but from her soul, Helena expanded her aura. A wave of violet energy swept across the square, dispersing the silver dust in a blast of supernatural wind. It was the climax of the pair’s power: Helena clearing the path so Dante could deliver the final blow.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

The blurred figures keep whizzing and landing in random places. Oh damn. I stretch the band of the pouch I am carrying and open it. There is no scent of Vitora flowers so they don’t notice it at all. I narrow my eyes and scan the surroundings. Dustin appears close to the warrior who is standing still as he grabs a vampire by his throat, and then he is gone—again. I didn’t know he was this good at fighting vampires. No matter how many attacks or from where they come, Dustin is always ready to block their attack.

"Dagger." "He's from Oscuridad," Mila whispered. "Wait, they're on the move again?" All of them enveloped in silence. They knew that Luna Kingdom, where Sanguis is from, had already eliminated Oscuridad over a century ago. The other Vampire Kingdoms are already at peace after their downfall. How come that there's still a vampire in front of them from Oscuridad? "Hon," Estrella addressed her husband, "Your Kingdom won over the Oscuridad, right?"

My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly. After which, darkness.