Glaring Through Oblivion Novels & Stories

she shouted, her voice scarcely capable of being heard over the thunder of the abyss. Ethan's light flared one final time, brighter than the sun, and for a minute, the whole chamber was filled with immaculate, blinding light. The obscurity drew back, and the entity let out a cry of seethe as the light burned through its frame, tearing it separated from the inside out.

I see it in his eyes. The exhaustion and the desperation. The shadow surges violently. It floods through him like a breaking dam, consuming everything in its path. His body jerks. A strangled sound tears from his throat. And for one final moment He’s there, fully and completely himself. His eyes lift and they find me. I know it’s impossible. I know he can’t see me. But it feels like he does. Like somehow, In that last second of clarity he knows I’m here. The anguish in his gaze is unbearable.

The sight of the "Great Hunger’s" main fleet was not a collection of ships, but a literal darkening of the stars. They moved in a jagged, crystalline formation, their hulls composed of the same light-eating obsidian that had plagued the Moon. Against the backdrop of the deep void, they looked like shards of a broken mirror reflecting a world that no longer existed.

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

I had encountered death too many times and each time, I saw my life flashing in front of me. But this time, it was different. Warm green eyes flashed in front of me, a whisper echoed among the chaos inside me. “One last time, ocean eyes.” My eyes fluttered close, and I let the darkness whisk me away from this cruel world. ***

I am alone in this world. I run through the woods aimlessly, heading deeper into the forest. My body aches and throbs with pain, and my lungs burn. I stop to rest against a tree trunk, leaning on it heavily while I try to breathe. It hurts too bad to move any longer. I close my eyes and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I hate you, Adam Blackwood. You ruined everything. I will never forgive you. I wipe my eyes furiously, wanting to rid them of the salty liquid. When I open my eyes again, I spot glowing eyes in the distance. They seem to glow brighter as I stare at them, their luminescence reflecting off the trees.

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.

Or has that choice already been taken from us? The glade answered, dimming its light. Their power answered, pulsing in a discordant rhythm. And somewhere, beyond the Veil, the darkness stirred. Hungry. Listening. Waiting.

“They tracked us.” Adrian grabbed his pack. “Move!” They sprinted through the glowing grass, each step leaving trails of light. Behind them the shapes advanced silently, their features blank but purposeful. Lena stumbled; Adrian caught her arm. The child in her grasp opened his eyes, and the glow flared blindingly bright. “Cover your eyes!” Adrian shouted. A pulse exploded outward, knocking the Echoes backward. For an instant the entire field went white, every blade of grass standing straight like antennae receiving a signal from the sky.

Cleaner. Anger. The kind that didn’t eat inward but burned outward. A faint pressure built behind my eyes. I paused in a patch of shadow, lifting a hand to my temple. As I did, the world around the edges of my vision brightened for a blink. I caught my reflection in a narrow, leaded window. My eyes flashed silver. Just once. Just a ring of light around the pupils, there and gone. A spike of pain lanced through my skull—sharp, bright, then fading to a dull throb.