Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.

The black gate behind it destabilizes violently. Cracks race up its surface. Dylan’s presence floods back into mine— But altered. Deeper. Not a merger. Not two. Not one. Something layered. Something the Custodian did not model. The Arctic sky tears open. And through the collapsing gate— Hundreds of obsidian silhouettes begin stepping through.

He simply nodded once. “Then we build something that can reach them,” he said. “Something they cannot touch. Something that lives in the places they think are safe.” He turned to one of the monitors and opened a new folder. Blueprints. Contact lists. Encrypted channels. Names of people who had been burned by the same system that burned me. “We call it Obsidian,” he said. “Black. Sharp. Invisible until it cuts.” I sat down across from him. The pearl bracelet stayed on the desk between us like a witness.

The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a sea of passion and desire. His hands roam my body, setting my skin ablaze. I arch my back, my hips thrusting upward as he touches me. I am a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. And then, in an instant, everything goes white-hot. Our bodies merge, our hearts pounding as one. The world around us dissolves into nothingness, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intensity of our passion.

"What line am I supposed to say here? Should I say… Yes? Or no?" Theodore's brow seemed to raise slightly as he snapped his fingers. Two men in black suddenly walked out from the corner. They then stuffed the man on the floor into a sack and carried him out. While they were doing that, I walked around the room, looking for cameras. Unfortunately, I found nothing. I quickly figured everything out. They must be using pinhole cameras! After the man was carried out, the door closed again. Theodore sat down in a chair not far away. He asked, "Your name."

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

Evan had always believed that silence was both weapon and shield. Silence allowed him to stalk, to study, to gather every fragment of information before striking. But tonight, silence worked against him. Every second of quiet that stretched between Adrian’s last text message and the gaping absence of his presence was another needle shoved beneath Evan’s skin.

I crouched, looked around and finally signaled the split. “Team Alpha takes the east wall. Disable external cameras. Team Bravo breaches once I give the green light. I don't want any errors,” I said. “Try not to die before the rescue. Move out!” “Got it,” Max whispered. “Let’s move.” ******* Some of the guards were knocked out and tied after we got in. It wasn't long before I heard the orchestra playing. Max and I exchanged a glance. “Did I miss something?” I asked. Max shrugged and we continued. I got closer and realized it was a wedding ceremony.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ - - - - - TWO WEEKS LATER - - - - - Colton was moving around the house in a wheelchair. It wasn’t permanent, he was going through physical therapy and the physician said he was making great progress. It would take more time before he could go back to how he used to be, so in the meantime, Colton was building an army. He spent all of his waking moments planning to destroy Raphael Rothschild and Henri Ascott. This was his only purpose for living now. He knew it was impossible to win Sierra back after what he did, so his only mission now was to fulfill his destiny.

He is always acting as the good son which is why dad was often angry with me, he always say I should be more like him, but how can I be more like him? Clark is a snake, a chameleon, he can play the good son very well but that is something I can’t do, I don’t know how to pretend, you annoy me, I take it out on you right there, I don’t know how to keep a fake smile on my face, so asking me to be like Clark is asking me to be a chameleon. He can fool everybody else but definitely not me, I could see through his façade, he is not as good as he claims to be and I’m going to do everything I can to prove that. He should just pray not to slip, because all I need is one mistake, one mistake from him