Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

~Lia~ This was a first for me — entering someone else’s oblivion. In the last five years, I spent most of my nights in my own oblivion, but I guessed every oblivion differed with every person. Mine was a dark and deserted Hollow Forest after mass destruction. The ground was covered in ash, the trees had no leaves, and gray snow fell from the sky. There, I could hide in caves where there was no light, no hope. But Serena’s oblivion was much worse than mine. There was nothing here — not even ash or skeletal trees — just pure emptiness.

The wolves recover from their surprise and begin to attack me at the same time but Orthros shifts and Levi suddenly rises from behind me to cover my back, sending the wolves scurrying away in fear. The sons of Fenrir have taken advantage of the distraction the wolves provided, sacrificing their warriors to run away, but I halt them with my own power, making them forget everything they know, resulting in them going around in circles, utterly confused, as empty as their hearts that carry no empathy or compassion. “Pathetic fools. I don’t need incantations to use my gifts. I am Oblivion and I am Memory.” I growl. “I will make sure you never corrupt weaker minds again with your poisonous beliefs

"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.

Freya slipped beneath the surface of consciousness like a stone through black water, fast, silent, inevitable. Oblivion didn’t swallow her whole. It studied her, unraveling time in silver ribbons that shimmered and snapped around her limbs. She drifted down, through skies that pulsed like molten glass, the taste of blood and smoke still raw on her tongue. But the blood was too sweet. And the smoke... it was so familiar. When her feet found ground again, it wasn’t solid.

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.

I went to my room and slammed the door and locked myself. "I guess now I know why she screamed earlier." Jacob told them. "My twin loves an Oblivious guy. No matter what she do, he doesn't see her." Bella and Cole told them a bit about mine and Matt's friendship. "Well, that's because he doesn't have competition. From what you told me, it seems like he also likes her, he is either really oblivious or scared to ruin his friendship with her. Or both." "I guess, we should put a plan in motion." Cole said while running his hands together.