Darkness Eternal Oblivion Novels & Stories

Your shadows are within you, and your oblivion becomes your own. “ Dea, lumen aeternum, tuum nomen est virtus. Maledictio nulla vos tanget. Corruptio in lucem vertit, et finis in infinitum. Dii et mortales, omnes te amant. In tenebris, vita tua est. In oblivione, gloria tua est.” ( Goddess, eternal light, your name is power. No curse shall touch you. Corruption turns to light, and an end to infinity. Gods and mortals, all love you. In darkness, your life is. In oblivion, your glory is.)

Then she opened it to the page bearing her great-uncle’s final incantation: “In the hour when flame falls hollow, let truth’s spark burn bright forsake illusion, embrace the light.” She chanted the words softly in Latin as Alexander sprinkled the amber dust into the brazier. At first, nothing happened. Then, just as the last syllable left her lips, a single spark leapt from the sketchbook’s spine and landed amid the dust. It flared into a slender column of flame white and pure—illuminating every shadow in the crypt. Isabelle’s heart soared as the hollow flame filled with substance. The brazier flamed steadily, its light radiating warmth and clarity. In that instant, the specter that had haun

Eternity is a sequence of hunger and consumption, It is a long, dark thread that pulls the fabric of the physical world into the mouth of the abyss, we have tasted the souls of kings, the screams of stars, and the hollow echoes of those who thought they were gods. We know the geometry of fear, we understand the texture of the living but as we peer through the jagged fracture left by the shattered medallion, we find a hole in our own understanding, the boy stands in the center of the hollows, and for the first time in the history of the dark, the dark is confused. “why can we not reach him?” The question ripples through our vast, formless consciousness like a stone dropped into a black lake.

"Are you sure? That thing doesn't recognise the master. It does not submit." "It does not need to submit. It is enough to want Elara's blood. And it will move." With a gesture, the figure opened the centre of the altar, revealing a dark hole of immeasurable depth. From it, came a long moan, like a scream from the bottom of the world. Then there was a beat. A heartbeat that was not of this world. The figure smiled slowly. "He has risen from his eternal slumber. The Night Watcher will sniff them out. There is no safe place. There is no way back."

The dandelions came to a standstill as the winds receded to nothing. Their vision faded to black even as they were swallowed up. Outside, Godeater’s reflection spread across Thanatos’ black hull. Despite both being black as ink, there was an emptiness and coldness to the void that made it absolutely distinct. And of course, there were the tendrils of dark purple energies that bordered between Godeater’s shadow and whatever it was consuming. Its darkness swept across the omnitronium-laced chitin with ease, even as it dug deeper into the exoframe below. The absolute void sank down further and coursed through Thanatos’ liquid circuits and consumed its numerous modules and systems.

Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day. He had just arrived at Quaint Hotel and finished tidying up when Cohen burst in, pale and clutching at his phone. "Andres! Something terrible has happened!" Before Cohen could continue, Andres' phone rang. He held up a finger to silence him and answered the call. As he listened, his gaze shifted to Cohen's phone, where an image stopped him cold. The once-familiar pink Cullinan was now charred black, surrounded by the smoldering remains of Eterna Haven. Smoke billowed from the scene, and a stretcher held a body covered by a white sheet nearby.

As Caelum’s body dissolved into motes of silver light, Iris’s spirit faded too, her voice lingering like a lullaby. “Balance… at last.” Vaelor’s Ember But far below, in the heart of the battlefield, a small ember of shadow pulsed faintly. Unseen, it whispered in a voice colder than death: “Balance is temporary… but darkness… darkness is eternal.”

Images flashed through her mind – grotesque creatures born of darkness, whispers insidious and seductive, a chilling loneliness that promised oblivion. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught her eye. A shadowy form detached itself from the darkness, its eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. Before she could react, a dozen more figures materialized, their grotesque forms a symphony of claws, fangs, and leathery wings – creatures born from Xol'thul's very essence. Ethan drew his sword with a practiced flick of his wrist, the blade gleaming faintly in the darkness. Kael, his face etched with grim determination, summoned energy around his hands, forming crackling bolts of protective magic.

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

And years from now, I would come to relive the worst of my nightmares, those memories embedded deep in my soul, with no hope of release. My eternal prison.