Mysticism Oblivion Novels & Stories

She smiled. “We finally met as ourselves,” she looked at the mist and then at me. Sensing my confusion, she said. “This mist makes it easier for souls to exit and enter a body. It is an ancient magic. In the spiritual world, this is known as the Ocean’s mist because it is indeed as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself. This mist is a portal, a bridge to many worlds and dimensions and realities. It becomes what you make of it. It responds to your deepest desires. Your father was a very intelligent man to have figured it out.” I smiled faintly with a hard gulp, licking my chapped lips.

Lirien’s tablet pulses, her voice urgent, “The altar’s ahead, Aelys—go!” I reach ging the altar, a crystalline nexus pulsing with Veil and Overveil, the rogues’ ritual in progress, their orbs glowing with stolen light. Their leader—an oracle, her crystalline form radiating corrupted starlight, her eyes twin voids—turns, her voice a hymn of chaos. “Child of the Veil, you’re too late.” I channel my cosmic essence, the ritual beginning, my hymn merging light and shadow. “Veil, sever them!” The altar flares, starlight flooding the nexus, the rogues’ orbs fracturing, their Overveil link weakening.

“ Arghhh!!! Arghhh!!!! Loud, piercing screams echoed in the room. Emily and Eric were lying on the floor writhing with pain, becoming weaker and weaker till they were still. I clenched my fists hard. I had to do this. I took the Alexart from the box which Eric kept in his room. Then I got busy making preparations for The Obliviate Ritual. I placed them in the center of the candle formation and sat the head of the formation. Slipping the Alexart onto my middle finger, I closed my eyes and started chanting the spells to obliviate memories. Focusing hard, I wiped out the memories related to me and Alex for the past one month.

MEL POV I don’t think I have slept so soundly before in my entire life. No nightmares. No headaches. Nothing at all. I could barely even remember what had happened yesterday. Well apart from the part where I found out my mother was abused in her loveless marriage and that I was the love child between her and a mafia lord. I couldn’t never forget that even if tried. “Halo.” Dante opens the room’s door and peeks his head in. “Decent enough in there?”

There were so many emotions mixed together that she couldn't even tell if it was anger, regret, or just wanting to let go of everything for some peace. One thing was certain though—the Netherrealm could wipe away memories from past lives as long as they took a sip of the Oblivion Draught and crossed Severance Bridge. No matter how intense the feelings from a previous life were—love, hate, whatever—they would all get erased. Never to be remembered again. Vexon could see all of this because the Mournglow River stretched out right in front of them. Under thick mist, the Severance Bridge floated in the water.

The only answer was that Winston wanted to break through quickly and become a dark deity! After becoming an earthbound immortal, there were many ways for Mystics to advance. For example, divine beings, saints, immortal ghosts, sages, immortal demons, and the like, and dark deities were one of them. Creak! Suddenly, there was a strange noise above the door, and everyone looked up to see a yellow talisman burned to ashes. Chad glanced at it and frowned. "He knows." "You guys continue to survey the scene. Others can come with me to investigate the suspect's whereabouts!" Liam said, about to leave with his men.

I had personally never met a more corrupt fucker than him, and I had met plenty of corrupt fuckers in my short life thus far. Something that Kalamar figured out, per Angel’s own inquisitive question, was that Mystics were able to absorb elemental abilities, since they were immune to them, and infuse it into their own ability. Her light had mixed with his water affinity, and created a spray of water, which then held light that was as hot as the sun. That meant every single Mystic would be able to harness it this way. There were twenty-four dragons here today between the two thunders. Brynn was reaching out to a couple more that the Council had alliances with. She was hopeful that they would g

The world blurred around me, but Theo’s face was burned into my vision. The look in his eyes when I admitted I didn’t know what I wanted—it haunted me. Hurt, fury, desperation all tangled together. And worse? A hunger that mirrored Damien’s, only less controlled, less predictable. I tried to bury myself in books at the library, pretending I was invisible. Pretending the whispers weren’t still following me. But I felt it—the weight of his gaze. When I finally glanced up, there he was.

It was the light of forgotten promises, the kind that swam behind closed eyelids in dreams half-remembered. They stepped inside. Beyond the gate lay a realm both blinding and formless. Mist churned like sentient silk, curling around their bodies, whispering in voices only the soul could hear. It was the threshold between worlds—the space where divinity met decay. And at its heart: the Altar.