Mysticism Oblivion Novels & Stories

Searching to seek anything that will gives me some feeling or make me interested, but only my aura accompany me who gives me feed back to what it found which is nothing until it stumble upon a mater that make my self shedder silty from the impact, this matter is so dark , compere to the darkness that surrounded it feels like light. My aura start get absorbed a bit when it touch it than it quiqly like a child that get his first candy to taste after find it delisious, it started to absorb my aura verry quick and smooth with it prosess, in this kind of situation, there is no feeling come to me, no rage or fear or hope, only nothing that overwhelm my being from the tortures that I suffered for

After all, even he could not understand how my mind worked. But fortunately, I did not disappoint him this time as I shook my head at them. "You aren't truly sorry. You're just scared of Theodore's retribution. You're only worried about yourselves. My obliviousness is just a way to protect myself. But now that I know you wanted to hurt me, I won't let this be." Only then did I understand why I had become so oblivious. Back at the orphanage, many adults had said we were children who had been abandoned. There had been plenty of bullying among the children too.

The wolves recover from their surprise and begin to attack me at the same time but Orthros shifts and Levi suddenly rises from behind me to cover my back, sending the wolves scurrying away in fear. The sons of Fenrir have taken advantage of the distraction the wolves provided, sacrificing their warriors to run away, but I halt them with my own power, making them forget everything they know, resulting in them going around in circles, utterly confused, as empty as their hearts that carry no empathy or compassion. “Pathetic fools. I don’t need incantations to use my gifts. I am Oblivion and I am Memory.” I growl. “I will make sure you never corrupt weaker minds again with your poisonous beliefs

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.”

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

Chapter 46: The Order's Patience The Obsidian Monastery had stood in the depths of the Whispering Mountains for seven hundred years, its black stone walls carved from the living rock by mages whose names had been deliberately forgotten. In the deepest chamber, far below even the ancient crypts where failed experiments lay entombed in crystalline prisons, Magister Aldric stood before the Convergence Table and watched the future reshape itself according to plans three centuries in the making.

Then… nothing. Seers told him she hadn’t been born yet. That her soul was bound in another form. That perhaps, fate had delayed her to test him. And like a fool, he waited. Hunted. Slaughtered any obstacle that dared delay his path. His chambers were littered with maps, scrolls, trinkets from dead witches, even a vial of blood from an old prophecy that claimed to be hers. He had become obsessed. Possessed. The strongest Alpha the world had known reduced to a madman praying to the stars for a ghost.

" On that journey, The cloak of conceal shall be taken away -- And their eyes shall see, Demons and angels, The good and thee of pure villainy, heaven and hell, And the land of Abaddon, Where the fates who craft the fabric of life, Dwell. A long journey shall it be, But take your ink and your skin, And write, One that has been Born By The Power, Awaits the day Chaos And Apocalypse shall Arise.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

“Everything is fine, we just need to get out of this place.” Micheal answered her in my place. I couldn’t even speak at that moment. I had lost the will to do anything. I just needed to get out of that tense atmosphere. I knew Jasmine was still worried about me, but I’d explain everything to her some other time. I just needed to leave at that moment. As we turned towards the door to leave, it was like my soul left my body temporarily when my eyes instinctively located his amber eyes. Everything seemed to stop. The only thing I could see where the intensity in his eyeballs that wouldn’t stop looking at me.