Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

The lines between reality and oblivion blurred, my thoughts becoming muddled and fragmented. "Fuck! I thought it was you! I thought it was you, l-love!" Hours later, the room spun in a dizzying whirl as I collapsed onto the floor, the weight of my despair too heavy to bear. Oblivion claimed me, wrapping me in its cold embrace as the world faded away.

"You look like you swallowed something unpleasant." I laugh weakly. "Maybe the beer." She doesn't believe me. But she doesn't push. Callum returns with more drinks. The night continues. Laughter. Music. Conversation. But I'm not really there. Because across the street, in another pub, a man with grey eyes is probably still sitting with a woman who touches him like she owns him. And I hate how much it matters. Jealousy, I realise suddenly, is a very dangerous poison. And I've already swallowed far too much of it.

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

POV RUBY The bridge of the hunter was a cathedral of frozen time. Outside the glass, the subterranean river rushed by in a silent, obsidian torrent, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the terrifying hum of a soul being rewritten. I was on the floor, my knees bruising against the cold metal deck, looking into the eyes of the man I loved. But Nevan wasn’t there. The violet light in his pupils had stabilized into a flat, neon glow that held no warmth, no recognition, and—most terrifyingly—no obsession. The "Binary Soul" was no longer a conversation; it was a dictatorship.

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

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.

A woman who had been one of the first people I trusted after the accident. Three years of walls and systems and the deliberate removal of anything that got too close. All of it built on a foundation she had constructed. And underneath it, silent and growing, a nerve that had been trying to come back since year one. “Damien,” Noah said from the corner. I turned toward his voice. “Both eyes,” he said. Very quiet. “Yes,” I said. “In time,” he said. “Yes,” I said. He said nothing else. He did not need to.

There were so many emotions mixed together that she couldn't even tell if it was anger, regret, or just wanting to let go of everything for some peace. One thing was certain though—the Netherrealm could wipe away memories from past lives as long as they took a sip of the Oblivion Draught and crossed Severance Bridge. No matter how intense the feelings from a previous life were—love, hate, whatever—they would all get erased. Never to be remembered again. Vexon could see all of this because the Mournglow River stretched out right in front of them. Under thick mist, the Severance Bridge floated in the water.

With each passing second, his words lost their meaning, becoming an incoherent slew of praises that had my blood boiling. Azrael panted and groaned against my shoulder, his fingers furiously strumming my clit with every thrust. “Such a nice little ass, sweet mate. Gods, you’re fucking perfect. So perfect…” Oblivion swept me away without warning, forcing inky darkness to hover around the edges of my vision, leaving me to peer up at the dazzling sky as I lost all semblance of control. I arched into Azrael’s hold, crying out both their names as I fell apart on their cocks.

A look of regret crosses his face and tears run down my face cause I know what he means “No please it hurts” I murmur. He's been training me to control ‘obsidian’ in case she comes out but when he says my trigger word it’s hard for me to fight it "I'm so sorry tsvetok, I promise I’ll make it up to you” he kisses my hand whilst keeping his eyes on the road “Please” I beg in a whisper "Shadow" he whispers and then everything goes black Obsidian POV: Finally, it's my time to shine ladies and gentlemen. Being Amari’s alter ego and personality disorder is just boring. She’s too sweet. Too weak she could learn from me