Act Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

The city blurred into colors. I thought about the way River had looked at me earlier today. “She’s mine,” I whispered to no one. And for the first time in months, the words felt like both a promise and a threat. Because if Orion thought he could use River to get to me, he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life. By the time dawn touched the skyline, I had already made my decision. The next time I saw him or her, there would be no pretending. No games. No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

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.

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.

“Who bought the fucking container?” At that exact moment, a gunshot blast through the window and went through Pierre’s neck, splatting his blood all over Dante’s face. “What the hell!” Dante and I ducked down for cover as the gunshots continued. “What is happening?” Olga ran through the door and saw her boy bleeding. “Pierre!” She screamed. “Olga. Down!” 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.

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.

The newcomer sighed dramatically. "That's disappointing." His black eye seemed to darken further. "You used to like me." Kael's shadows stirred violently. The bond transmitted fragments of emotion. Distrust. Anger. Something deeper. Betrayal. The Sovereign of Oblivion noticed immediately. "Ah." Understanding crossed his face. "You remember more than I expected." The sanctuary trembled faintly. The Heart pulsed. Watching. Waiting. The newcomer looked upward toward the glowing core hidden beneath the sanctuary.

Blurred, my vision is blurred. I can't see the stars, or the ever changing moon. I can't hear the crow, or the darkness silence. I can't hear, I can't see, even silence, becomes a sound lost to me. The dark, I can't even feel. This isn't hell, this goes beyond. This is.... Oblivion. Victor Mairo First off, I'd admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, to such a "tiny" issue. Her words, not mine. Now, let me back up a bit, in order for you to understand. In the beginning, we were in Eden....

(Eve’s POV) Me in his arms. And him inside me… I swallowed hard, feeling the fire spreading through my core to every part of my body. Although Callahan had no recollection of what happened, the drugs seemed to be stuck in my blood. “Eve?” My eyes blinked rapidly, waking me up from daydreaming. “Huh?” “I’ve no choice, Eve,” he said, showing his phone screen. “My driver’s already in your place, so…” He tilted his head, his eyebrows raised.

"Twelve thousand years ago, if you haven't eaten this oblivion grass, you probably don't need it, why waste it?" Forgetting grass is the only medicinal herb in the world that, after eating, can forget the person you love the most. When the Goddess of the Moon owned the Castle of the Moon, the Queen of the Gods wanted her to voluntarily love the Fire God León de Fuego, and wanted to use her love to neutralize the hatred in his heart, Queen Of The Gods gave the grass of oblivion to the Moon Goddess. But the Moon Goddess never ate it. A plan of revenge leads to an abusive love affair, destroying his beautiful dream. Now that I think about it, what else could he do besides sighing?

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.