Oblivio Miraculous Novels & Stories

If anything, everything seemed to be making the attachment stronger. And standing there in the courtyard, watching the woman I should never have loved struggle with the exact same realization, I understood something terrifying. Sister Lucia had been wrong about one thing. The consequences weren't in the future. They were already here. Because the moment two people become unable to imagine life without each other, something irreversible has already happened, and neither faith nor fear seemed capable of undoing it.

Olivia; I have always looked forward to this event. The Annual Alpha's conference. I'd looked forward to Enzo finally taking me here as his Luna. It was a shame it wasn't held last year when I was made Luna, but it was a good thing it was held this year. Or not. Right now, I stand in the chambers. The Luna chambers were unable to breathe or ascertain what the hell was going on. I thought I was hallucinating at first. I thought it was just a coincidence that she had the same voice as my sister, Ophelia, who was supposed to be dead and out of my life forever. I wouldn't have imagined she was the same person behind the veil.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

ooOoo The journal, as Ivor had hoped, filled-in practically all the missing pieces in the jigsaw. It told the story of a former world chess champion obsessed with the events surrounding the moment when, in front of all the world, he had turned into a gibbering incoherent wreck and been led off the platform into obscurity. He was totally convinced that the key to everything lay in finding the purest source of his miracle-drug, certain that all the side effects were the result of impurities. A lot of what Yaraslav had to say was pretty irrational and unsettling, but it was at least consistent. He had lost his own chance, he knew that he would never regain the full power of his own mental facul

POV: Lila (primary), Kehra (bone-soft cadence), Maximus (orbiting stillness), Elora (memory’s new tone), Thread (beyond grip) Lila The mirror wall blurred this morning. No fog. No fracture. No sign. Just a ripple across its surface as if the air itself had offered a soft “yes.” I stood before it for what might’ve been hours. I didn’t speak. Didn’t move closer. There was no question left in me.

"I finally... I finally did something right." The Dark-Rhea’s mirror-eyes shattered as she absorbed the pure, sacrificial energy of Micah’s soul. The Obsidian Bloom behind her let out a sound like a thousand glass bells, the violet petals turning a blinding, unstable white. The entire Under-Whisper began to shake, the roots of the World-Tree groaning as the new, "pure" energy fought against the rot of the Heir.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

CAIN POV ‘ Alpha. We are under attack. ’ I was looking for Olivia when I heard Selvia’s voice through the mindlink. The first thing I thought about was Miracle. That Dense and Careless mate was out there. Everybody else had taken the potion which protected them from compulsion, but Miracle was defenseless in this matter. From what I sensed, she was out there too and I never doubted that she will come in harm’s way like the idiot she is. I rushed outside and saw the expected scene upfront. Those hybrids were swarming the place. Many pack members have already dealt with most of them.

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

Special craft, she had mentioned we are royal blooded. "Search her cabin!" Miradel shouted. "EL OBLIVION OBLIVIOUS OBLIVIMUM! burn their knowledge about my niece, FLARIOUM FLAMUS! Vanished this them all."