Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

"Little Gwenhwyfar. So certain in your shame. It's almost pride, in a way. A vanity, believing that what you have done is too terrible to forgive. Nothing is unforgivable." I felt the shadow of his great, terrible wings spread over me. An awful cold pierced my body and I fell to my knees. I stared upwards at him, towering over me. "Do you understand what oblivion is?" he said, his words coming as if from aeons away. "Freedom," I whispered.

in my veins begin to solidify into something colder, harder, and far more lethal. The air in the refinery docks didn't just feel cold anymore; it felt jagged, like the atmosphere had been replaced by a million microscopic obsidian needles. Every breath I took was a battle against the "Zero-Point" fallout, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my lungs feel like they were being lined with lead. I knelt in the mud, my body trembling from the sheer, bone-deep exhaustion of the "Reversal Gamble." My vision was blurred at the edges, a flickering screen of violet static that threatened to swallow me whole. I looked down at my hands—the "Obsidian-Gold" skin was charred and peel

Kyra was frowning, which Tyler noticed. “What are you thinking?” Tyler asked. “I’m not sure why you’re doing this to me; I only made one mistake, but it feels like you punish me every day,” Kyra said. Tyler asked, “Do you call what I’m doing a punishment?” Kyra inhaled deeply. Tyler’s memory has not yet been wiped, she remembers. He simply gazed at Tyler while holding his hand. Kyra used the spell “Oblivio.” Tyler furrowed his brows. “Can you tell me what you’re up to?”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

"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."

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

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.

It was a fantasy, a dream, a moment of solace in a world filled with uncertainty. The tears flowed freely, and I allowed myself to grieve for the life I had lost and the one that had become an enigma. The party continued inside, oblivious to my solitary musings, and I clung to the imaginary presence of Hayden, seeking answers and comfort in the darkness. The night wore on, and I remained in the garden, lost in my thoughts and the fantasy of Hayden's company. The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers.

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o