Glaring Through Oblivion Novels & Stories

My eyes darkened fully. “I burn everything in my path.”

****** In oblivion and under grim clouds of darkness we chose the wrong path, irrespective of how hard our heart tries to get back on the correct way it knows, we bar our heart from following the intuition, instead we chooses to remain blind under the influence of the voice of our head. ****** The view in front of me was heart wrenching, blood was continuously dropping down from the injured plan which has just hit the beautiful vase and turned it into pieces.

"Shadows of the deep, drink from my veins. Erebus, Lord of the Unseen, I tear the veil between us. Grant me the dark that consumes the light." A violent, invisible pressure slammed into my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. The floor beneath me didn't just break; it vanished. When my eyes snapped open, the stone walls and the smell of sulfur were gone. I was standing in a graveyard of stars. It was a realm of infinite, suffocating black, where the ground felt like solidified smoke beneath my boots.

Eyes black as obsidian fixed on me, glittering with a knowing smile. Are you looking for death?

The reflection catches in the glass, catches with the rain, with the rain, with the storm. I see my own eyes, and the intensity of the glow surprises me. The intensity of the glow terrifies me. The intensity of the glow is everything. It is. It is. I don’t look away. I watch. I see. I know. It is raw and painful and bright and unbearably human. I don’t look away. I don’t. I don’t.

The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering. If she's to be asked, her state for the past few weeks is just like this night. Dark and unclear. No matter how she tries to spot something, she couldn't see anything. And like the flicker of fireflies, the only light she has is the luck of surviving... And the hope that the policemen might find something. Until then, she won't be peaceful... Nightmares of people hurting her will always bother her.

I tripped out. As I turned my glare, his face became clear enough for my vision, as the bright moon shone in the woods with full force, flashing a heavy ray of light on his face like a blast. I winced, my eyes squeezed shut, yet hallucinating. They shot open again after a few seconds. Alpha Grey..? Alpha Grey..?? Alpha Grey..???

Their eyes gleam a vicious, evil red that shows the true depths of their soullessness. All at once, they charge at Gamma Everly.

Because as soon as the dots connected in his mind, everything turned black. As black as the void. The void. It’s haunting. Wandering in absolute nothingness for what feels like forever. Basking on nothing but only the splendid crepuscule of oblivion as the eyes of the aphotic space leers deep into the prey that is the soul. The stygian vacuum stares. Then suddenly, brightness. Out of nothing. Like an omnidirectional lightning bolt, a warm calming light calling from a distance appears. Its glow fervent and passionate as if it's alive.

Éric I'm slumped against the cold bathroom wall, the hard tile biting into my skin, but I feel nothing other than this abyssal void that sucks me in entirely, this chasm swallowing my breath, my being, my will. My eyelids close as if to flee the incessant spectacle of Clara, her burning gaze, her screaming silence. This image is a blade planted in my mind, a poison spreading, a burn that will never heal.