Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

The Blood Moon hung low, a red sentinel over a world trembling on the edge of annihilation. Shadows and light danced violently across the ruins of the battlefield, cities crumbling into nothingness as time itself fractured. I could feel the Abyss inside me, alive and pulsing, trying to overwrite everything every memory, every heartbeat, every choice I had ever made.

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 Darkness. For a blissful, fleeting moment, there was nothing but the soft oblivion of sleep. Then, a sharp, cold realization pierced the haze, dragging me back to the nightmare. Not my sister. My mate. The lost Alpha of Moonstone. The words Ronan's desperate voice, Elias's sorrowful confirmation crashed down on me, heavy and suffocating, each one a fresh hammer blow against my fractured reality.

"Little Gwenhwyfar. So certain in your shame. It's almost pride, in a way. A vanity, believing that what you have done is too terrible to forgive. Nothing is unforgivable." I felt the shadow of his great, terrible wings spread over me. An awful cold pierced my body and I fell to my knees. I stared upwards at him, towering over me. "Do you understand what oblivion is?" he said, his words coming as if from aeons away. "Freedom," I whispered.

Chapter 48 Silver Eclipse The wind screaming across the Obsidian plateau tasted of crushed pine and raw, synthetic ozone. Laila stood at the apex of the cliff, the silver blade in her hand vibrating so intensely that it hummed against the bones of her wrist. Below her, the mist of the Dead Zone parted like torn silk, revealing the nightmare Davis Brooke had dragged up from the dark.

The sheer kinetic back-blast threw Christian Cole backward, his spotless white wool coat staining with gray mud as he slammed into the frozen chassis of his escape pod, his blue eyes finally wide with a wild, un-regulated terror. Inside the violet vortex, the air didn't thin; it burned. The raw marrow-ore beneath the continent wasn't just energy—it was life, and the open-source baseline was rewriting the atmosphere itself. "Kemi!" I roared through the thunder of the frequency, my voice splitting into a thousand multi-layered echoes that rattled the entire western boundary line. "Tell the market square... to open the valves! We’re printing our own sky!"

I squinted my eyes and summoned the scene my subconscious had woven together last night. I was lying on my back on the forest floor in the middle of the Valley of Cthulhu, with the wooden sculpture of the Oblivion Envoy from the town hall hovering over me, the woman felt like she was on fire, that man was every woman's dream, ever it would turn into a nightmare...until a shadowy figure with one glowing white eye stepped out of the trees. James…, he wanted her just like she was doing. He took me in his arms, spread me open, and fed me his cock while the flaming statue burned overhead.

Stay away, away, away And stay away, away, away And stay away, I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I'm hearing voices and they're haunting my mind And stay away, I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I shouldn't be so pessimistic, it was a good thing. Noah would never do anything to hurt me, so I thanked him as he handed me my milkshake. Sipping away as he began driving again. Completely oblivious to the substance he had dropped into my drink. Black out days I don't recognise you anymore

His shout tore from his chest as he came, hot streams spilling over his hand and across his stomach, his body shaking with the force of it. Her climax crashed over her at the same time, her cunt spasming around his fingers, soaking his hand as she screamed through it, her body trembling violently beneath him. For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of their gasps and the fading echoes of their moans. Exhaustion hit them both like a hammer. Lucian collapsed back into the chair, chest heaving, while Serena fell limp against the bed, her body wrecked. Neither of them spoke. And slowly, their breathing evened out, both slipping into unconsciousness.

LUNA'S POV It was already been more than ten minutes since I started to stare at the unconscious body of Vico. He was here again. Inside the white place that has four corners, a beeping sound on his side that makes his ears bleed, a tube inside his mouth, and multiple thin tubes poked in his skin. Vico hates to find himself in this kind of place. It's a dungeon for him. His face has purple and red circles, again. He felt the same pain once more in his stomach. His lips were dry and had a wound on them. Vico was being chased again by dark words and shadows that he thought he had already lost. Those wounds on his lips will torture him in pain whenever he tries to laugh and smile.