Mysticism Oblivion Novels & Stories

‘Go on,’ he says, giving me his attention. ‘In your absence, a new world has been made, which they named Mysteria. Selene, Ogrun and many others have created life forms in their image and gifted them with some of their abilities. They have grown a great love for the world and its people. Destroying Mysteria would destroy them. I want to see them all suffer. The midsummer solstice is near and would be the perfect time to strike.’ I purposely leave the detail out that the only way in and out for a deity is during the solstice. Once he enters, he will be trapped there until the next solstice or longer if he doesn’t figure that out.

And Faith had no idea how much danger she was in, how deeply tangled the web of fate had already become. As Faith spoke, I couldn’t help but listen closely to every word she said. She didn’t understand what she was talking about. She had no idea that the man she had just described—this ‘Cain’—was a monster who had killed and tortured without remorse, a creature of the darkest kind. But she was speaking about him as if he was just another psychotic man. She didn’t know the truth, and I had no intention of telling her. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to hear it.

He keep on calling her name —full of hatred. Who is this man? Who is Cloud Levithan? Why is he doing this to me now? Many more questions entered her mind but she could not go through them one by one when she felt very dizzy. "I'm not Cloud. My name is Yngrid. Stop it! Please stop me..." Her mind groaned before her vision completely darkened.

He spoke in a hesitant tone. "What happened to him," I questioned unexpectedly, my gaze fixed on his. Instead of making an apologetic face. He burst out laughing and exclaimed, "I annihilated his soul. Isn't it true that I'm amazing? I can touch objects and destroy someone else's soul. I want to be able to touch you someday." He then gave me a cold chill as he looked at me with his demonic-possessed eyes. As I inadvertently released my thoughts, a sound snapped within my mind,

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

“Nothing physical or essential will hold what belongs to nothing.” While hundreds of people knelt before something they did not dare to name, Alexei realized the dimension of the problem: They did not just want to break the bond and “free” Umbra. They wanted to destroy Carla. Body and soul. Alexei’s expression changed, becoming dark, and the black smoke rose again up his arm. The Grand Master raised his hand. “Let us praise the age of Oblivion.” ***

“It’s been hours and his body is cooling. His scent is fading.” “Hylja sála,” I said, and disappeared. Malachi’s arms fell to his sides, and he sighed. I stood in the other realm, but it was the silent realm I always disappeared to, and I screamed in frustration as I looked around. This wasn’t the same place, and I tried to envision where I had been with Kiran, and then the words just came to me.

He placed both hands over the grave. “I swear to you, Marissa… I will shift into something no one can deny. Something beyond them all.” A mystical being. Not for power alone. For worth. For vengeance. For love twisted by grief into obsession. He rose with tears still on his face and never looked back. The final memory darkened everything. A hall of endless black stone. The void. But not as I knew it. This place was older, sharper, less alive and more sacred. The air itself carried judgment.

The holy mist would witness, the gods would whisper, and the Mark would claim its chosen one. I pressed a hand to the altar and drew a long breath, brushing mist and dust from its surface. My palm felt the sting of holy stone. Somewhere deep within the mist-clung corridors, weapons rang out as warriors rose to train. Somewhere deep within the mist-clung corridors, noble daughters tightened their armor and offered their prayers. And I — mist-born, mist-fed, mist-forsaken — sank closer, brushing my palm across the sacred stone as if belonging could seep from it and find its way into my skin. Then came the voice.

She just wanted to run and forget everything about the man she had been living with for three years. As she continued to run, a faint voice calling her was heard from afar. It was Michael's voice! Diana, who heard that, immediately quickened her steps without looking back. 'Now we're over. Goodbye, my love,' Diana thought frantically as her vision blurred. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of her. But before she knew what it was, everything was already too late. BRAK!!! "NO!!!"