Glaring Through Oblivion Novels & Stories

She typed a reply but couldn’t press send. Instead, she looked at the reflection again. Her own face stared back, pale and strained. Then, for one terrifying second, her reflection smiled. She didn’t. Olivia staggered backward, heart hammering. The reflection’s mouth moved silently, shaping words she couldn’t hear. Then, faintly, the reflection whispered through the glass, “He was never there.” And just like that, the light behind her flickered out, leaving her alone in the dark…

Down my spine. Through my chest. It replaces everything. Everything weak. Everything human. Everything that failed. And the more it takes— The less I feel. No pain. No hesitation. No doubt. Just purpose. Just clarity. Just power. My reflection flickers in the broken glass nearby. I turn. Look at it. Really look. And for a second I don’t recognize myself. Because I don’t want to. My eyes, still mine. But darker. Deeper. Endless. Something else.

My stare fixed on the dual dark voids of his gaze, seeking his response to Aliya's silent challenges. Then, in a fraction of a second, the darkness vanished. It wasn't a fade or shift. It was a fierce change. The centers, the colors, the endless black, all swapped for a sudden, fierce flood of pure, searing white glow. It matched overheated steel, a light so total it stung to see, yet it carried no heat. It was a fearful peek at the immense, bare force inside him. It showed the effort, the short, heavy display of his actual might when he pushed.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

A thunderous voice: "Go now... follow your companion and leave! Depart this body in peace, you cursed one. Will you not cease attacking this poor soul? Leave it in peace—it has harmed no one!" The next moment, another shadow emerged—larger and darker, its presence more oppressive. This time, everyone saw it clearly, its eyes glowing like burning embers as it crept across the wall and crashed into the glass.

The melodic hum was no longer in his ears; now he felt the heavy silence of death approaching him. Then, suddenly, a blinding flare of light burst out of the inner chamber, illuminating the whole corridor momentarily in an harsh, violet glow. Then came a tremendous, silent psychic shock, a pure, appalling image and emotion that struck his waning consciousness. It was Glamour. Illusory Control.

Misery wrapped itself around it like a melody, sorrow dancing in perfect harmony with despair. My knees buckled as the room spun violently. “You see it, don’t you,” Zain’s voice echoed distantly. “Focus Rhea. What do you see?” “ I see… I see…” A light, me running toward it, “I see…” Oh no. And the very last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me whole was Malric’s heterochromic gaze, locked onto mine through time itself, bleeding tears that fell like silent confessions.

I stared at the inferno through hot tears, the orange flames licking closer, relentless and hungry. V..vladislav...

He blinked hard, once, twice, trying to force his vision to settle, but the darkness was still oppressive, swallowing the room whole. Tiny motes of light drifted through the black. For a second, his brain wanted to think they were absurd fireflies, wrong before he realized they were tiny shards of glass and scorched insulation hanging in the air. They caught what little illumination there was, winking like dying stars before spiraling to the floor. Somewhere to his right, a blown-out control panel sparked, a blue-white flare so bright it left a ghost-image burned in his vision. Then darkness again.

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.