Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked out the window. The stars were gone. Clouds again. Like the night wanted to keep its secrets longer. And I realized something terrifying. We’d been playing someone else’s game all along. While Damien and I fought each other. While I crowned myself with fire and vengeance. While he rallied the people and painted me the villain. **Someone else had been moving the pieces.** Not for control. But for *obliteration*. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I straightened from the desk. The blood on the maid’s hands.

The Aurora Borealis, usually a curtain of ghostly green, had twisted into a bruising purple cyclone, its eye fixed directly on the altar where Cain held Olivia Sterling over the abyss. Jack froze. His boots were locked to the obsidian tiles, his black coat whipping violently around him. His right arm—the Obsidian Limb—pulsed with a dull, necrotic ache. It hungered to destroy, to rot, to end things, but Jack forced it down. He couldn't use Entropy on Cain. Not while Cain was holding his daughter. One slip, one stray tendril of that void energy, and Olivia wouldn't just die; she would cease to have ever existed, erased from the timeline like dust wiped from a table.

“She does not deserve your mercy!” “…mother…” “Oblivion?” Olivia scoffed and let out a haughty laugh. “You don’t have the power, little girl!” Adolph wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt the air shake. He turned and looked at Nimue. The glow in her eyes had turned dark like obsidian. His sword lifted from the ground and out of its sheathe. The blade glowed bright blue and grew brighter as it aimed at Olivia. In a flash, it shot through the air, tearing through Olivia’s arm like paper.

"You believe strength changes the future." "We believe compassion does." The battlefield fell silent. Even the Void creatures stopped moving. Erevan looked at us for a long time. Then... Very slowly... He smiled. Not with mockery. Not with contempt. But with genuine sadness. "Those were Solarius's final words as well." Before anyone could answer, the enormous Eye beyond reality pulsed violently. Black chains erupted from the heavens. They wrapped around Erevan's body. His smile vanished instantly. The Blade of Oblivion trembled in his grasp.

Clayton is amused watching as a group of teenagers feasted on a woman's blood in the dark corner of the woods. He has been following them after they seemed to act suspicious around this lady who's working in a convenience store down-town. Two girls and three boys have been biting the wo-man's skin in different places. He's very sure that these kids will immediately be caught once the policemen check the CCTV's. They immediately dragged the lady outside the store where cameras in front the neighbouring establishments linger. And that is a complete No-No for hunting.

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.

Silvano The new mark is straightforward. A mid-level politician skimming funds from the wrong accounts and talking too loudly about deals that should stay buried. I handle it before dawn—clean entry, silenced shot, staged suicide with a forged note. No witnesses. No traces. Silenzio does what he was built for. By sunrise the city already whispers about another tragic loss in public service. I should feel nothing. I usually do. Today the kill sits heavier than it should. Maybe because Mirella’s face keeps flashing behind my eyes. Or maybe because every completed mission reminds me how easily the Organization can redirect my aim again.

I tried to crawl over and pull her down, but a bullet struck right between her eyes and I watched as she fell to the ground, dead. “Shit! Shit!!” Dante cursed. The shots stopped after a while and we heard the roar of car’s engine outside the workshop. “How the fuck did a car get here?” Dante sneaked up to the door to check when I heard noises coming from Pierre. “He is still alive.” I crawled to Pierre who tried to speak as blood spurt from his mouth. “I … I … told you,” He choked out. “The dark one… he is always watching.” His eyes closed as he took his last breath.

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.