Graphic Novel Oblivion Novels & Stories

"It’s the Oblivion Protocol, Jojo. The Architects didn't tell us about the 'Rejectionists.' There are those who believe that 'Harmony' is a form of spiritual death—a cage made of music. They don't want to join the Choir; they want to silence the singer." The Arrival of the Null-Spheres The "Oblivion" did not arrive with the thunder of cannons or the flash of lasers. It came with Dampeners. From the frozen dark beyond the Oort Cloud, thousands of Null-Spheres—massive, non-reflective orbs that absorbed every scrap of electromagnetic and harmonic energy—began to drift toward the inner solar system. They were the ultimate "Ice," a total, terrifying absence of vibration.

The triangles he found contained dots, circles, even more triangles, but nothing that matched. Minutes later, Mike called Tink over to the shelf in between a pair of windows. Near the top of the shelves was an identical triangle carved into the wood. The books on the shelf were in disarray - clearly more than one was missing, and it was obvious that several of them had been casually placed. "Now what?" Tink asked, handing Mike the book. She was too short to reach the top shelf without her ladder. "If video games have taught me anything, I know exactly what to do." Mike shoved several books to the side, inspecting the back of the little red book to be certain. The triangles were identical, an

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

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 hear someone groan, stumble into the stall area and lean against the door of the stall I was hiding in. I’m done for. Shaking, I crawl into a corner of the stall. I know the person isn’t Dante, because he would have said my name. And I know who ever it was would kill me, if he saw me. The man pushes against the door, and it opens a little. I need a miracle now. As the man pushes the door more, Marley, who had somehow gotten out of his stall, neighed and kicked the man hard on the chest. He fell back into the stall, hit his body on the floor and his gun fell out of his hand.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

Everything in this part of the plain was filled with happiness or satisfaction, but sometimes this mood is often invaded by the outburst of miasma coming from the abyss. Phil by pure luck saw this happening, a column of thick miasma erupted from the abyss traveling towards the plain of desire and idea affecting those that were unfortunately hit in its wake. Phil watched as the miasma lingered for a minute and slowly disappeared. Although the miasma itself was gone those who were affected were still having nightmares. Phil watched as one of the white figures writhe as if in pain or discomfort. The once white figure was slowly tainted by deep purple close to black, the figure slowly sank as ne

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”

SILVANO The email trace had taken eleven days. Eleven days of Luca working through layers of obfuscation that had been constructed by someone who understood, with considerable sophistication, how digital trails were followed and how to make following them feel like progress while actually delivering nothing. Three redirects through private servers in jurisdictions that didn't cooperate with standard information requests. Two dead ends that had been placed deliberately — not failures of the trace but architecture, the specific design of a man who anticipated pursuit and built false floors into the structure to absorb it.