Alternate Start Oblivion Novels & Stories

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

I was being consumed by fear, and that made me more determined to see my mother. I linked Christopher "Chris, I'm taking you up on your offer. Come meet me at the armoury." We met there and I gave him the letter and all the instructions he would need. I asked for his phone so I would receive the call from the Omega and I gave him mine. I took off to meet with Lilith while Christopher went ahead to Cleven pack. I prayed to the goddess to guide him and to let no harm or trouble come to him.

he answered. Mom added, "Yes. It was called the White River pack. But the leader, called alpha Michael, retired and his son took over a few years before you were born. His name is Eli. He was mean and we didn't agree with many of his new policies. We stayed for a few years, but Alpha Eli got too violent through the years. So we left. We turned rogue," my mom's wolf explained.

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”

The date began to shift, the numbers warping. From, Five years ago. To, Tomorrow. Her name was rewriting itself. And beneath it, new words appeared in blood red script, letters forming as if written by an invisible hand, “Blood given. Oath renewed. The rebirth begins.” Olivia dropped the book. Outside, the bells of the sanctuary began to toll, slow, thunderous, final. And somewhere in the darkness, Jessica’s voice whispered through the air, soft, dangerous, almost loving, “Welcome back, Olivia.”

His name was spreading fast, and he hadn’t even begun his real moves yet. As he sat down, a notification appeared: [Special System Announcement: Your public influence level has reached Tier 1. New Opportunities Unlocked.] Ethan leaned back in his seat, a slow smile forming. The game had officially started.

Let the game begin. --