Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

Volkov sighed. “You know…” He reached into his coat. “I almost let you have this moment.” Killian’s body tensed. “But then…” Volkov slowly pulled out a small black remote. “…where would the fun be in that?” He pressed the button. A sharp beep echoed beneath the balcony. Killian’s face drained of color. His eyes shot toward the stone floor below. “No…” I followed his gaze. Tiny red lights blinked beneath the balcony supports. Explosives. Volkov smiled.

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.

I reply. I press my hand to the center of the binding circle, and the runes sink inward, folding space around the darkness like a closing fist. “Oblivion is not death,” I say softly. “It is irrelevance.” The last thing I feel from it is fury. Then… Nothing. The silence that follows is profound. It's not empty. It's complete. The world exhales and in that exhale, I feel them. Brynn. Frynn. My twin mates.

“You ate well when she starved. You slept easy when she was screaming. Now chew.” Damon gagged, but Dante didn’t wait. He grabbed him by the hair, shoved the severed fingers toward his mouth. “Eat your sins, Damon. Bite into the man you are. Taste the filth you’ve become.” Tears streamed down Damon’s face. He bit into the flesh, retching instantly, sobbing uncontrollably. The guards looked away, some flinching. Even they weren’t immune to the horror. Isla crawled into a corner, her nails clawing into her scalp as she tried to shut it all out.

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.

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.

~Lia~ This was a first for me — entering someone else’s oblivion. In the last five years, I spent most of my nights in my own oblivion, but I guessed every oblivion differed with every person. Mine was a dark and deserted Hollow Forest after mass destruction. The ground was covered in ash, the trees had no leaves, and gray snow fell from the sky. There, I could hide in caves where there was no light, no hope. But Serena’s oblivion was much worse than mine. There was nothing here — not even ash or skeletal trees — just pure emptiness.

h double inverted commas shall we act immediately? double inverted commas the person who was wearing a black trench coat questioned while his first clenched. next paragraph the one who was setting on the other side of the candle which was more than half already burned, spoke enough who has voice trying to suppress his emotions, double inverted commas do you think we have enough time? double inverted commas next paragraph his voice started choking towards the end more specifically when he started mentioning about time. next paragraph understanding what his boss meant, the person wearing a black trench coat noted his head and understanding, double inverted commas I know boss or arrest, AU r on