Mysticism Oblivion Novels & Stories

Find wherever the exit to this place was and run through it. "You won't find any exit here," a familiar voice called from a tree nearby. "Goddess Kali? What are you doing up there? And where am I?" Ally approached the tree and bowed to Kali. "Just Kali, dear. And I'm up here because it's nice. As for where you are, this is Purgatory. Where spirits go when they're on the border of life and death. It looks different to everyone who comes here. For me, it's nothing but waterfalls and weeping willow trees. How does it look to you?"

As tired as I am mentally, I wait for the summons to absorb the core again with eagerness and patience. It is unfortunate that mystic ranked summons cannot assume human form. It was never possible to turn them into humanoids, so even if I implanted it into their cores, it wouldn't work. We're ready to find out what their status is! [Necromera- Mystic rank] Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000 HP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40

"Hmm... Where am I?" Iris opened her eyes to find herself somewhere else. She was in a strange place she had never visited before. "What is this place?" Iris whispered softly as she looked around in confusion. The entire place was white. No sky. No visible ground. Only a thin mist stretching endlessly. She frowned uneasily and began walking slowly. "Your Majesty...?" No answer. Even her voice sounded strange here. Distant. Distorted. She unconsciously tightened her grip on the necklace around her neck.

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

To them, the concepts of blood pressure and microbial infection felt like high sorcery whispered from a distant star; to me, they were the only threads of my old life I had left to hold onto. ​But the manifest haunted my every waking moment. I spent my nights in the “Echo Chamber,” a deep, crystalline cavern where the resonance of the Mist-Veil was strongest, its walls vibrating with a frequency that bypassed the ears and settled directly into the soul. It was there that the "Spiral" truly began to manifest its terrifying side effects. ​“Mama, someone is talking in the walls again,” Liam said one evening, his small voice echoing in the damp dark. His eyes were wide and glowing with a strange

I ignored them the only wound that mattered was the invisible one the one that bled silence. I found a text on counter-rituals a ledger of negation magic it spoke of sympathetic resonance of fighting magic with its opposite to counter a shard of oblivion one would need a fragment of creation but how what was creation here the bond itself was gone. I had nothing to offer but the memory of it the ghost in my chest.

She felt like she's falling down in a very dark pit before everything went black. Clayton knocked out of his senses when he felt the girl's breathing start to labor. He also felt her stopping from trying to struggle out of his grip. When he got a taste from the girl's neck, he lost it. Her blood was just so addicting to him and made the monster inside him lash out to get himself satiated. No... It wasn't hunger, it was addiction at it's finest. He hasn't even sucked a bite and yet here he is, wanting for more and doped with her blood. This is something new to him and overwhelming that it was his turn to panic when the girl stopped breathing.

Philip answered. The twins elevated even higher and their energy became stronger. The wines around their bodies started to catch on fire and they both screamed out as their power rose, encasing their hearts and minds with its purity, filling them up with energy, unlike anything they had ever felt. The light around them was brighter, the electricity within them surged out and in the blink of an eye, there was an explosion of mystical fire infused with light and energy and it turned the vines to dust and sent a small yet powerful shockwave through the entire hotel.

Myst says as we sit across from each other . “Ok how do we start?” Myst gives me a huge grin “First we must clear our minds , allow our minds to take over and become free , floating” She says as she closes her eyes , i follow her actions . Trying my best to shove everything from my mind , including my moody Lycan . ‘Ye like you can remove me , nice try’ She says as she rolls her eyes at me .

"We felt the… shockwave. A surge of power unlike anything we've felt since the fall of the Shadow King. We've tracked you from Stillwater, through the highlands, to that accursed library, and to the coast. Wherever you go, the world… shudders. You leave behind restored villages and standing stones, but you also leave behind a trail of confused survivors and destabilised realities." She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing, destabilising. "And you travel with a creature of the void. The same void that birthed the Shadow King. Explain yourselves." Liora found her voice. "We are fighting the same enemy. The Oblivion. The thing that is making the world forget. We are Scribes. We are restoring