Ariel And Oblivion Novels & Stories

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.

And the Grove responded. Kaelion led the charge, his blade singing. Lucien fought like a shadow, his strikes precise. Sera danced through the chaos, her dagger never missing. Luna rose into the air, her voice divine. “You will not erase me.” The Hollowed hesitated. Aria lay beneath the altar, her breath shallow, her body burning. The flame inside her surged, wild and untamed. She saw visions—of Luna, of Kaelion, of the child. She saw herself falling. She saw herself rising. And she screamed.

Ariel’s face was serious again, and she was soon frowning at her. “She is in a coma, you sick psycho.” Ophelia screamed now, not caring if her father suddenly walked out. She would play Ariel’s game with every damn thing, but not her own mother. “Who cares?” Ariel shrugged. “You..” Ophelia was raising her hand to strike her when Ariel caught it. “What makes your mother sacred? Coma?" Ariel glared at her. “Your assassin raped my mother’s corpse. Why the hell do you think I will spare your own mother because she is in a coma.” Ariel was spitting fire and glaring daggers now.

This man was one of Wyvern Peak's Eight Hollows, Ariel Chapman, codenamed Abyss. Ariel had carried the mantle of Abyss for eighteen years. The Eight Hollows was originally formed to serve Wyvern Peak, but Ariel did not think Eight Hollows could stand proud solely by being at Wyvern Peak's beck and call. Instead, he wanted to conquer the entire world to prove his might.

The mountain itself seemed to be waking to the intrusion, groaning under the weight of so many unwelcome footsteps. Caleb muttered darkly, “I officially miss normal wars.” Aria stepped toward the center of the platform. The moment she crossed the outer ring of symbols, the entire chamber reacted. Light surged through the carvings beneath her feet, racing along ancient lines like living fire. The underground river surrounding the platform began glowing brighter, illuminating the cavern in pale white-blue light that reflected off the crystalline walls. Then the mark on Aria’s wrist ignited. Ryan felt the impact of it through the bond immediately: a wave of heat, raw power, and crushing pressur

ariel:- that was nothing, I was just masturbating, what do you expect from me, I am alive and kicking don't worry. loriana:- don't lie to me, you have a dark circle under your eyes, you are thinking about that princess again, ariel:- you are right I can't take her out of my mind, I hear about that, government recruiting new soldiers for war I was a thing just thing to try for it, I just get one chance to see her again then, I might get peace.

Still she made sure to let up sometimes on the manipulation and she was not a ruthless beast who would destroy the mind of another even if the person was a pure evil bitch. Ariel laid on her bed as she rubbed her head tiredly. She had finally shaken off the overly dependent Layla and boy was she glad. As she scrolled through all the information she had gathered in her head, she smiled. Soon! Soon, I'll be free of this prison and be back to Damien . Just a little more! As she was smiling over her near success, a knock came from the door. She groaned quietly in frustration lest the other person on the other side of the door heard her. She dragged herself out of the bed and walked towards the d

It didn’t have to. “We built a ghost.” Jerry’s eyes narrowed. “You mean…” “No traces. No servers. No patterns he can trace. Just whispers and shadows.” Philip let out a slow breath. “You’re talking full off-grid?” Aria nodded once. “No firewalls. No fire.” Isabelle swallowed hard, her throat working. “Then what are we?” Aria’s eyes never left the screen. Daniel’s file blinked on screen. She smiled, cold and quiet. “We become what he can’t see.”

Ariana picked it up, opening it cautiously. Her eyes narrowed as she read. "The game isn’t over. You think you’ve won? Get ready for a bigger surprise." No signature. Only a small symbol in the corner—a black raven with red eyes. Ariana looked up. “Who sent this?” Nathaniel shook his head. “No idea. It was delivered without a trace.” Ariana clenched her jaw. “I knew this wasn’t over.” --- An Explosion in the Night That night, Ariana decided to leave the office early. Her mind was clouded with too many unanswered questions.

He knew Evan was plotting, waiting, calculating, but from here, across oceans, the obsession was a shadow he could manage, observe from a safe distance. And yet, even in freedom, he felt the pull. That possessive, suffocating love, the intensity that had made his knees weak and his heart pound. He loved Evan. Deeply. Recklessly. But he needed to step back, to breathe, to survive before surrendering entirely. --- Evan, meanwhile, meticulously drafted plans for the eventual reunion. He marked flights, tracked time zones, planned romantic gestures across continents. Every thought, every action, was calculated. Adrian’s absence was a wound, a problem to solve, a challenge that only increased the