Oblivio Miraculous Novels & Stories

If anyone was strong enough to pull off the shift of power and stop souls from passing over to the afterlife, it was Mira. He just hoped that she didn't lose her own soul in the process. Too many Light Oracles have tried and failed in the past. But one has never been quite as unique as Mira by being part Light Oracle and Lycan. MIRA lowered herself onto the surface, she knelt beside Clohe and picked her head up off the ground, and she breathed life back into her. A white mist departed from Miras' lips and it entered Clohes' mouth. Within seconds, Clohe sucked in one deep breath before her jaw fell open and a flutter of black butterflies exited her mouth.

Morvanna was a spider, and every thread of magic in this land was a web that told her when the light moved. Before I took a single step into the void, I reached into the well of my new power. I did not reach for the fire or the silver skin; I reached for the Sovereign’s Veil. I visualized Morvanna’s dark consciousness—that oily, suffocating presence that watched through the crows and the wind. With a sharp, silent strike of my mind, I threw a shroud of blinding white light over her psychic tether. It was a spiritual blindfold, a temporary blackout that would make her see only what I wanted her to see: a quiet, empty mountain peak. For these few precious minutes, she would be blind to my loca

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

Mavric yelled amidst the gunfire. Liora crawled toward the central console. Dr. Vancroft tried to stop her with a scalpel, but Liora smashed her tactical tablet into the woman’s face, breaking her nose. With tears still flowing, Liora entered the 'Oblivion' command code she had prepared. "Goodbye, Mother. Forgive me," Liora whispered. The monitors displayed a massive data wipe process. The isolation tank holding Maria Valerius slowly lost power.

She pricked his finger too. She mixed the three drops of blood in a small bowl of ash. She dipped her thumb in the mixture. She pressed her thumb to my forehead. Then Kael’s. Then Leo’s. " Obscurum," she chanted. " Vanish from the sight of glass and sky. Walk in the gray. " A cold sensation washed over me. It felt like walking through a spiderweb. "It is done," the Matriarch said. "Satellites will not see you. Cameras will blur your faces. You are ghosts to the machine."

The surface had become perfectly calm once more. She gently touched the water. Ripples spread outward. Then… A vision appeared. Leonardo. Bleeding. The silver arrow still embedded in his shoulder. Her breathing stopped. “They found the Oblivion Arrows.” Lorenzo looked toward her through the helicopter’s secure video feed. “What are those?” She answered quietly. “The only weapons capable of destroying the Archive.” ⸻ Back inside the helicopter… Alessio slowly closed his eyes. Another memory surfaced. Not his own.

"You're safe now." Aqua's vision blurred as the exhaustion and emotional toll overwhelmed her. Before she lost consciousness, she felt a gentle touch on her forehead, Aunt Cleo's magic weaving a protective spell around her. When she awoke the next morning in Cleo's home, the memory of the night before was a fragmented blur. Aunt Cleo had taken away the worst of it, sparing her the trauma of remembering how she had killed her attackers with dark magic.

he muttered again as he looked into the black mirror in his hand. It was a space mirror, a magic relic that allowed its user to move to their desired destination. Patriarch Yuan Kai's long odyssey finally met him with an heirloom auction and good fortune had allowed him to acquire the heirloom. Immediately after obtaining the relic, Patriarch Yuan Kai used the relic to move around to the location where Zhu Qiu's life had been hiding. By the heirloom, Patriarch Yuan Kai had managed to kill six Zhu Qiu's lives in a relatively short period of time.

I lost consciousness as a result of the fall and wandered in the darkness of my mind for a time that I could not define. When I started to open my eyes again I did not feel my body at all and did not remember anything about the latest events. I needed to lift my head and meet Ezra's blue eyes to remember my horrible situation, he was kneeling next to me with a bloody shoulder and staring at me as he turned the knife in his hand. I screamed in fear and wanted to run, however my body did not move a muscle, the pain began to run through my entire being and I had to ignore it to start crawling back. Ezra got up and began to slowly advance towards me while squeezing the handle of the knife.

The hallway tilted slightly. “I’m sorry,” I said. “The outstanding balance on Eli Carter’s treatment plan,” he said, with the specific flatness of someone reading from a document they have already memorised. “It was settled this afternoon. Anonymous donor. The hospital has confirmed.” I stared at him. Or at the space his face occupied. My vision had done something strange, gone slightly bright at the edges, the particular effect of information arriving faster than your brain can process it. “That was you,” I said.