Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.”

Chapter 26: A Desperate Gambit Evie's mind raced, the cavern walls seemingly closing in around her. The monstrous insect scuttled closer, its chitinous exoskeleton glinting in the distorted crystal light. Liam, cocooned in the pulsating darkness beneath the once-sacred tree, remained oblivious, his voice a chilling echo in her ears. "Embrace the darkness, Evie… be free…" Free? The word mocked her. Both paths before her were fraught with danger, a grim choice between surrendering her ideals and facing a monstrous death. But despair was a luxury she couldn't afford. Aethel's fate depended on her actions, and she wouldn't give up without a fight.

★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.

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!"

He's holding me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me, but I can feel myself slipping away. I try to speak again, but my words are lost in a jumbled mess of sounds. My vision begins to blur, and I feel myself being pulled down into darkness. Nikolai's voice grows more frantic, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "Adrian, no, no, no! Don't leave me! Stay with me, baby! Please, please, please!" I try to respond, to reassure him that I'm okay, but it's too late. My eyelids flutter closed, and I lose consciousness, leaving Nikolai alone in his desperation.

The descent into the subterranean void-river felt less like falling and more like being dragged through a grinding mill of liquid cosmic noise. The violet void-plasma roared in Caelum’s ears, a corrosive acid that hissed violently against the shell of Obsidian Eclipse fire he and Lyra had woven around their bodies. Every inch of Caelum’s muscle burned with agony, his silver scars flashing with erratic, blinding light as he fought to keep their combined aura from shattering under the crushing atmospheric pressure of the earth’s root.

Right there, impossible to miss in the flickering glow of the firelight, was the prominent, rigid outline of his semi-hard length. He was aroused. A warm, electric shockwave shot straight from Avery's chest down to her toes. Her face burned with a heat so intense she thought she might actually combust. Her gaze darted back up to his face in sheer panic, her hands frozen mid-air. He’s blind. He doesn't know I can see... that, she thought frantically, her mind spinning out of control. Or does he? Damien stood perfectly still, his expression a mask of cool composure, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the rapid pulse in his neck betrayed him.

The mark looks final and binding in a way that should scare me. But it doesn’t. “All set,” she says with a small smile, filing the paper away. “Enjoy your time at Obsidian Oasis.” I return the smile, nerves crawling under my skin, and walk toward the doors. The guards open them without a word. I step inside. The world on the other side swallows me whole. Red and blue neon lights slide over naked skin everywhere, bodies moving, touching, worshipping each other like temples. The music thrums low and sinful. It feels like stepping into another universe. A forbidden, dangerous and thrilling one. My new world.

Young Hope was asleep against her shoulder. Dream was curled beside her. It looked peaceful. Almost ordinary. Evelyn whispered: "Why did I destroy this?" The woman didn't answer. The memory changed. The peaceful world was gone. Fire covered the horizon. Lucian was screaming. Hope was crying. Dream was disappearing. David was dragging Evelyn away. And Evelyn herself was standing in the center of the destruction. Her eyes were silver. Her hands were covered in blood. "No." Evelyn stumbled backward. "That's not me."