Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

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

The winning trumpet broke the awkward silence in the arena. The officials from the brunette's pack stared at their precious lady's corpse with widened eyes. A satisfactory smirk appeared on Zen's face. Claire climbed the stairs to the Luna's sacred throne. But an unrelenting groundhog day was awaiting that no one fathomed. "You people killed her!" suddenly one of the officials from the brunette's pack cried out. Claire halted midway. The man's outrageous scream drew everyone's attention. "You.Killed.Her," the man said, getting enraged.

Lucas's father asked staring at us as I placed Gavin back in his seat. "Let's say yes," I shrugged and began sharing the sponge cake. 'I hope they sort it out!' I thought. ______________________________________ * * * What do you guys think so far? Please drop a review ❤️❤️ Do you want a sequel about Ben and Beatrice's Story? Please, you all stay tuned for the Book 2 of the Obsession series, a Sequel of 'Secret Obsession' titled:- HIS WILD OBSESSION.

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 The air in the refinery docks didn't just feel cold anymore; it felt jagged, like the atmosphere had been replaced by a million microscopic obsidian needles.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

Marcus, “And Roe?” I paused. Me, “He’s not Thorne’s security anymore. He’s their contingency plan. If Damon falls, Roe burns the proof.” Marcus, “Then we need a new one.” By midnight, the city skyline burned in cold light. I opened my backup laptop, loaded a new file, an untouched mirror of the archive. Hidden in a digital vault under a name Damon would never search: VALE/OBLIVION And next to it, a handwritten message I’d found in my father’s old chessboard, hidden under the Queen’s square. “Control is temporary. Truth is patient.”

Olivia threw her arms around her daughter as the force hit them. The world exploded. Light swallowed everything. Heat burned the sky. The temple cracked open like a shell. The ground dissolved under their feet. The High Priestess’s scream vanished in the blast. And Olivia held her child tighter, whispering through the chaos: “We’re not ending. We’re beginning.” The silver fire swallowed them whole. The entire temple detonates in a column of silver fire as Olivia merges all her past selves and rewrites the bloodline, collapsing the system, destroying the ritual, and leaving their fate unknown in the blinding blast…

WARNING DIRECTOR AUTHORITY OVERRIDDEN SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED Evelyn's smile vanished. "No..." She looked at Eve. "What have you done?" Eve stood perfectly still. Her face was pale. "I..." "I didn't activate it." She slowly looked toward the ceiling. "Samuel did." A new voice echoed through the fortress. Cold. Emotionless. Artificial. Director Override Lost. Creator's Final Order Activated. Erase all evidence. The countdown restarted. This time... Only ten minutes remained.

A terrifying aura surged out as Wilbur activated his domain. He raised the halberd high above his head, shouting, "Dawn of Twelve Chapters: Dirge of Despair: Dark Conflagration of the Abyss!" Terrifying spiritual flames shot into the air as a sense of overwhelming hopelessness and loneliness overtook everyone. A thick, black cloud rose above the ocean, forming a gigantic whirlpool that began to spin. Wilbur, Atrus, and the sixty Sanctuary cultivators began losing their spiritual energy.

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Twenty-First Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.