Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

The forbidden love that became eternal. I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. Yes I whispered. Eternal. No matter who watches from the dark. The family gathered closer around the fire as the night went on. Hope and Alex danced under the stars. The grandchildren played in the sand. Mia and Daniel shared quiet smiles. Elias told stories that made everyone laugh. We sat together watching the next generation begin their own journeys. The obsession had transformed into something beautiful. A story of survival and love that would endure forever. Yet in the quiet corners of the night the whisper of danger remained. A reminder that some flames never truly go out.

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"But there is a 'Black Note' at the edge of our solar system. It’s not a signal, and it’s not a ship. It’s a Vacuum." Sarah touched the Living Glass of the primary console. The 1956 Rose, now a massive crystalline tree at the heart of the station, pulsed with a warning amber—the color of a dying sun. "It’s the Oblivion Protocol, Jojo. The Architects didn't tell us about the 'Rejectionists.' There are those who believe that 'Harmony' is a form of spiritual death—a cage made of music. They don't want to join the Choir; they want to silence the singer."

“ Arghhh!!! Arghhh!!!! Loud, piercing screams echoed in the room. Emily and Eric were lying on the floor writhing with pain, becoming weaker and weaker till they were still. I clenched my fists hard. I had to do this. I took the Alexart from the box which Eric kept in his room. Then I got busy making preparations for The Obliviate Ritual. I placed them in the center of the candle formation and sat the head of the formation. Slipping the Alexart onto my middle finger, I closed my eyes and started chanting the spells to obliviate memories. Focusing hard, I wiped out the memories related to me and Alex for the past one month.

"Upon him I will visit famine and a fire, till all around him desolation rings. And all the demons in the outer dark look on amazed and recognise that vengeance is the business of a man." - Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind * * * * Ren Shibasaki panted, his left hand clutching his right shoulder. There were several cuts on his body, and his clothes were also stained red with his blood. Blood was slowly dripping off Elvigar, and Ren winced slightly, as he was fairly sure that he had probably dislocated, if not fractured his right arm.

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desires, with the weight of all the things they couldn't say, couldn't acknowledge in the harsh light of day. Just !ve. A ridiculously small window of time, a mere sliver of the day, but an eternity in terms of what could happen, what could be confessed, what could be broken face to face. The invitation was both terrifying and irresistibly tempting, a siren song luring her toward the rocks. No bar noise. Just the echo of her absence. He was alone, truly alone, stripped bare of the distractions and the noise that usu-ally surrounded him. No Layla, just the ghost of her perfume lingering in his memory.

The armored SUV glided through the darkened streets like a shark cutting through black water. Bella pressed herself against the door, trying desperately to create distance between her body and Lucian Cross. The city lights outside the tinted windows streaked by in blurs of gold, red, and neon, but she barely registered them. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear, rage, shame, and the lingering ghost of his touch from the night before.

The starkness of his expression was chilling; it was as if he had erected a wall, tall and impenetrable. In that moment, Olivia waged a silent battle within herself. Her instincts urged her to walk past him, to feign ignorance of his presence, to uphold the distance he had made so clear he wished to maintain. Yet, inexplicably, her heart stirred with a longing that overpowered her better judgment. Compelled by an invisible force, she felt her legs moving, almost against her will, guiding her toward him as though she were in a trance.