Alternate Start Oblivion Novels & Stories

His eyes widened slightly as his gaze roamed over my arms again and a soft murmuring came from the onlookers. “In the beginning of the simulation you can outfit your avatar and once you press ‘Start’ the simulation will begin and only end once you die or you have killed every last enemy.” “Let’s go.” My heartbeat was steady, my breathing normal and I was ready to get started. “Good luck.” It was Sorin that had spoken up and I closed my eyes and felt myself being pulled through the darkness.

"Authorize the Oblivion bypass. Now. Or I let your fabricated documents destroy both our fathers' legacies." He holds my gaze for a second, assessing the threat level. He realizes I’m not bluffing. He takes the federal tablet from my hand. He types. Fast. Precise. "Done. Remote bypass authorized. You have root access for four hours." "Thank you." My phone buzzes in my pocket. A sharp, urgent vibration. Alert from the Oblivion server. I glance at the screen. My blood turns to ice. The timer hasn't stopped. It's accelerated.

We won't be in a forgiving mood and when we're done with you, you'll wish you were dead. With that taken care of I went on my way to start the day. For a few hours I spent it training the wolves that will be working security on the night of the event. I got rid of any of them I didn't see fit to do their job and replacing them with wolves I know will do the job right. On and off I would check in with Abigor to check in on the girls. When 8:30 am comes by I decide to head for some breakfast. I was hoping to see Bianca there, because I don't like when she's out of my sight for too long, I get restless. When I get to the dinning room only to see Gab, Sky, Seth, Dylan, and Kayden. No Kora, Gen o

A low electronic tone pulsed suddenly through her skull. LUS INITIALIZATION COMPLETE. Evelyn jerked upright violently. Damian swore. “Okay, seriously.” A translucent blue screen flickered across her vision. LOGISTIC UTILIZATION SYSTEM ONLINE. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: MAXIMIZE HOST SURVIVAL PROBABILITY. CURRENT SURVIVAL RATE:3.7% Evelyn’s stomach dropped. Three point seven percent. “That’s comforting,” she muttered under her breath. Damian blinked. “What?” The screen shifted again. FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE.

“Excuse me?” He turned to her with a tired grin. “That means you’re asking the right questions.” She leaned against him. For the first time, she felt like the silence between them wasn’t empty. It was shared. Somewhere beneath the school, in a chamber no one had entered in years, a terminal flickered to life. On the screen: Genesis Core Reboot: 82% Awakening Sequence: Initiated Primary File: Ophelia Wolfe Secondary Trigger: Carl Maddox Final Directive: Restore the Bloodline

The earth there began to change; the green moss and rich brown soil didn’t rot, but faded, the colour drained out, turning pale grey, grey, and the texture flattened, as if erased from a drawing. A small white wildflower shook, its petals losing shape and colour until it was nothing but grey, it was a blur, then gone. Not dead. Unwritten. A shocked gasp spread among the survivors. Hearing about Oblivion was one thing, seeing it was truly terrifying. “This is a thinning,” the Remnant said. “A place where memory is weak, where the story of what is frays. It starts small, a forgotten name, a lost song, a place no one has loved for ages, then it grows. It will swallow towns, cities, and the memo

the voices intoned, “then let it prove its worth. Face the Judgment of Origin.” The floor beneath Soren’s feet split open—revealing an endless abyss filled with swirling constellations. From its depths, something ancient began to rise. It wasn’t a being. It was the first god—the one that existed before creation, before the Council, before even Travian. Travian’s voice faltered. “Soren… that’s not a trial. That’s oblivion.” Soren’s lips curled. “Then let oblivion learn how love fights back.” He opened his palm. His heart—Travian’s heart—blazed like a newborn star.

On the central console, a new message appeared: > Erevos Protocol Reinitiated. Tracking Commencing. And beneath that, a voice recorded long ago whispered through the speakers—cold, calm, and eerily human. > “The Firstborn was never meant to be hidden. It was meant to lead.”

At the Hollow Sovereign. At Kael. Then finally— At Lyra. Something ancient stirred behind his mismatched eyes. Recognition. Interest. And something far more dangerous. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "After all this time..." His voice was soft. Beautiful. Wrong. The shadows throughout the sanctuary bent toward him. The silver flames dimmed. Even the Heart seemed to hesitate. The Sovereign of Oblivion had awakened. And he looked delighted to see them.

“You’re the last one.” Outside the lab, dawn was breaking. The world beyond the shattered windows was silent, empty but real. For the first time, Clara didn’t question it. She stepped toward the light, barefoot, feeling the wind cold, raw, alive on her face. Behind her, the machines shut down one by one, their lights dimming into nothing. And far above, hidden in the clouds, a faint whisper of code rippled through the sky NEW SEED INITIALIZED. VERSION: THIRTEEN-A.