Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

Vesper rarely fights, but when she moves, it is the end. Black mask wearer - Null. Handsome. Observant. Deadly. He embodies Oblivion. Erasure. Death. No one knows his voice. Not even Diana. Null is not a name—it is a designation. A title passed through only one survivor of each generation. Null is what remains when humanity is scraped clean. No memories. No face. No name. Only mission. The current Null was found kneeling beside a ruined altar, surrounded by the dead, none of them touched by blade or fire. It was as if they had simply… ceased. Diana offered Null purpose, and the mask sealed it.

He was coming, she was coming, and the universe was coming into being with them. The Oubliette did not explode. It bloomed. From the outside, the observers on their distant monitors saw the prison station vanish from their scopes. In its place, where a silent tomb once orbited a dead star, a new nebula blossomed into existence. It was a vast, swirling cloud of violet and silver, shot through with veins of deep, velvety black and centers of blazing blue light. It was alive, pulsing with a gentle, rhythmic light that echoed the heartbeat of two lovers forever entwined.

Lucian’s P.O.V. I place my fingers just above the tiny knob of the drawer, watching them shake against the metal as they balance between a touch and hovering just above it. I lock my jaws together, trying to cage away my cowardice, shoving it deep inside of myself so it couldn’t stop me. But it fights back, driving itself deeper and clawing for a spot in my chest where it grips my heart in an unrelenting hold. It wasn’t going away, not when I was possibly making a decision that could leave me further buried inside the darkness I already inhabited.

Aria and Silence standing together. Then something hidden beneath the memory. A shadow watching them. Waiting. Growing. Feeding. The thing had existed before either sister noticed it. Before even the Witness understood it. It wasn't absence. It wasn't destruction. It was oblivion. The desire for nothing to exist at all. The force behind every ending. The force behind every extinction. The force behind every forgotten thing. And somehow— It had attached itself to Silence. The truth struck Aria like lightning. "You weren't born with it."

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

"I'm sorry. I had to grow up fast. Had to become what I needed to be. But I'm still me. Still your daughter. Still Hope." Luna sobs. Holding her. "I know. I know, baby. You did so good. So brave." We all rush to them. Surrounding them. Protecting them. Loving them. "Is it over?" Damon asks. "Is Oblivion really gone?" "Yes," Hope says. "And no." "What does that mean?" Zephyr asks. "Oblivion is gone. But I absorbed it. Took it into myself. Made it part of me." Hope looks scared. "Which means I have the power to erase things now. To end existence. To become what I just destroyed."

Mavric yelled amidst the gunfire. Liora crawled toward the central console. Dr. Vancroft tried to stop her with a scalpel, but Liora smashed her tactical tablet into the woman’s face, breaking her nose. With tears still flowing, Liora entered the 'Oblivion' command code she had prepared. "Goodbye, Mother. Forgive me," Liora whispered. The monitors displayed a massive data wipe process. The isolation tank holding Maria Valerius slowly lost power.

he muttered and left. "I don't think he's in a good mood, you guys can just talk tomorrow. Bye," Mickey smiled and then went after Jaime. Lilian bit her lips and she watched them disappear into the thin air. She brought out her phone from her bag and then dialled her driver's number. "I'm ready" she simply said and hung up. **** AT NIGHT, BROOKLYN'S RESIDENCE*** Hailey lay on the bed, staring at the paper Charles gave her that afternoon.

"I'm the one with the power. I'm stronger than you. You don't get to decide to free me. I get to decide whether you are free and I think I'll decide... No." I fought with all my might as Obsidian pushed me to the deepest corner of my mind, the place where I buried all of my fears and nightmares. I clung to the silver moonlight filling the sky, desperate to keep a hold of reality but I was no match for Obsidian. The world faded to black as she blocked me out. Fyre whimpered softly in distance buried even deeper in my consciousness than I was. Fyre's heartbreaking whimper was the last thing I heard...

My friends. I needed my life back. "I'm sorry, Hayden." I whispered. And then things went fast. He tried to grab me the same time I wrapped my hand around my unconscious hand. If you touched your dead body. You'd be sucked back to life. For one whole second, I thought that the young boy back at the shore of Underworld had been wrong. I wouldn't get sucked back to life. This was all a mistake. But then something happened. An invisible force pulled me towards it. Everything around me started to to blur out. And eventually, it darkened. And then I blacked out.