Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

ooOoo The journal, as Ivor had hoped, filled-in practically all the missing pieces in the jigsaw. It told the story of a former world chess champion obsessed with the events surrounding the moment when, in front of all the world, he had turned into a gibbering incoherent wreck and been led off the platform into obscurity. He was totally convinced that the key to everything lay in finding the purest source of his miracle-drug, certain that all the side effects were the result of impurities. A lot of what Yaraslav had to say was pretty irrational and unsettling, but it was at least consistent. He had lost his own chance, he knew that he would never regain the full power of his own mental facul

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

The obsidian current radiating from his chassis didn't crush me; instead, it violently expanded outward, seizing control of my failing subroutines and forcing my digital feet back into the stone floor. He didn't remember who I was, but his code still recognized me as his absolute priority—his atmosphere. With a single, unyielding movement of his obsidian hand, he overrode my resistance, locking my frequency into a submissive, defensive stance beneath his shadow. He was taking complete control of the final countdown, stripping away my choice to surrender to the white-out.

variable—a value that was mathematically infinite. $$V_{emotion} \rightarrow \infty$$ $$\text{ERROR: } \text{OVERFLOW IN ROOT DIRECTORY}$$ The geometric shapes of the Overmind began to spin violently. The black liquid of the deletion stopped. Umbra let out a horrific shriek as his "Anti-Resonance" body began to dissolve into pure, white light. "You... you're breaking the machine!" Umbra gasped, his form shrinking. "We aren't breaking it," Elara said, her face inches from his. "We're Unplugging it."

He whispered. Nemyra’s voice was low when she spoke, her hand tightening around his. “This is the other side of the Tower of Oblivion. We call it The Silent Land. It is where the vanishing gods go… to fade quietly. To wait for their end.” Before Prince Ron could respond, a sharp, agonized cry split the silence. One of the gods—a woman with thin strands of grey hair weakly clinging to her scalp, fell to her knees. She sobbed violently, her cries echoing across the empty sky. “No… no… not yet… please, not yet.”

ROBIN “Missed, fucker!” Jack bellowed, firing four shots at Brandon, his blood splattering all over my face, followed by a piercing wail from a woman. I was slithering down with him until strong hands caught me, bracing me up against his chest. Slowly, I tore my eyes completely open, Jack’s profile fully forming in my eyes, falling into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Clear and vivid, a magnificent sight. I was alive with relief and hope. As if my body had absorbed a brand-new energy, I flung my arms around him, disregarding the searing pain coursing through my sore body. Moulding myself into his embrace, surrounding his big body with my arms the best way I could, feeling an incandescent joy.

cause maybe they were just meant to be. ———————HATEFUL BLISS BY ANDRA JONAS———————

Ember He flashed me what I thought was meant to be a smirk. “It’s called oblivion. That’s where I’m going and that’s where I’ve been.” Giving him a long onceover, my heart shattered into a million pieces once more. This week, it felt like every time I managed to scrape the pieces of the organ back together and messily mended it with the world’s worst sticky tape, something happened to break it again.

Chapter 29: A Desperate Stand Evie's breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp lost in the cavern's echoing silence. Liam, her friend, her confidante, had become a stranger consumed by the darkness. The tendril's corruption had warped him, twisting his form with a malevolent energy and replacing his familiar blue eyes with a chilling red glow. The swarm of creatures, spawned from the darkness, surged towards her, their multifaceted eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger. Panic threatened to overwhelm Evie, but she forced it down, channeling the desperation into a cold, steely resolve.