Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X Sierra went into a state of overload. So many things were happening all at once, her body just shut down. Sierra was asleep for the entire night and day due to severe exhaustion, but she was coming in and out of consciousness the whole time. Sometimes she could hear voices talking in the room, but she couldn’t open her eyes or move her body. She couldn’t even speak. It was as if she was stuck in some purgatory. There was nothing but darkness and emptiness.

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desires, with the weight of all the things they couldn't say, couldn't acknowledge in the harsh light of day. Just !ve. A ridiculously small window of time, a mere sliver of the day, but an eternity in terms of what could happen, what could be confessed, what could be broken face to face. The invitation was both terrifying and irresistibly tempting, a siren song luring her toward the rocks. No bar noise. Just the echo of her absence. He was alone, truly alone, stripped bare of the distractions and the noise that usu-ally surrounded him. No Layla, just the ghost of her perfume lingering in his memory.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

I didn't want to be alone. I curled up on the bed to try to get some sleep. The dream of darkness and its embrace came upon me again. I felt myself willingly sinking into the twisted vines that surrounded me, their inky tendrils weaving around my form. Strange satisfaction washed over me as I welcomed the suffocating darkness, allowing it to consume me. My heart pounded with a bizarre excitement, and a wave of ecstasy engulfed my senses. This time, the voice that usually commanded me to scream remained silent.

It tugs harder my hand and I slip, hitting my head on a blood-stained rock. “You have to keep going, Mel.” It finally releases my hand but the voice seems far away. “It’s hurts.” I cry out, laying on the muddy floor, blood dripping my fractured head with bruises covering my tiny hands. “Let’s go back.” I stretch my hand to the dark. “Take me back.” “I have to leave.” The voice gets further away. “They can’t catch me. I have to go.” “No. Take me back.” The blood on my head starts to flow into my eyes, making me blind. “Please.”

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I don’t need you tattle-telling everything I do and reporting it back to your mommy. I get the fucking job done dont I? Exactly. I got something for you to go back and tell Abbaddon, how about FUCK YOU!!” “Do you feel better now? Cause we have a job to do.” Ornais stated. “They’re moving quickly to capture this soul from you.” “I know, but what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just go in and char it beyond repair like every other one. I have to be careful.” Daniel sighed, putting his head in his hands. He was up against a wall. Every move was documented and reported back to Abaddon. The Seven Deadly Sins had this one, why did he get assigned to it

It was cloaked in black so the torso and legs were only a shroud of black making it impossible to tell what horrors were beneath the darkness. The worst part was the eyes, truly soulless eyes. There was no pigment, no iris, no pupil, only blank white orbs staring out from the skull. But somehow even still they were watching her and she knew that was the thing that had been there all those moment she has been in the forest searching for Abednego. The longer she looked the thicker the smell became. It was so strong she could taste it. It filled her nose and mouth, choking her. Her head was spinning as she began to gasp for air against the putrid smell of rotting corpse. Just before she passed

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

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