Oblivio Miraculous Novels & Stories

The wolves recover from their surprise and begin to attack me at the same time but Orthros shifts and Levi suddenly rises from behind me to cover my back, sending the wolves scurrying away in fear. The sons of Fenrir have taken advantage of the distraction the wolves provided, sacrificing their warriors to run away, but I halt them with my own power, making them forget everything they know, resulting in them going around in circles, utterly confused, as empty as their hearts that carry no empathy or compassion. “Pathetic fools. I don’t need incantations to use my gifts. I am Oblivion and I am Memory.” I growl. “I will make sure you never corrupt weaker minds again with your poisonous beliefs

Her physical form flickered, destabilizing, magic bleeding from her like light through cracks in broken glass. Lucien twisted the blade. “You should’ve stayed dead, Irene.” Ophelia collapsed, her vision going white. Her body spasmed, unable to shift back, locked between her wolf and human form. Her body faltered, her limbs locked, her form flickered, destabilizing. The relic hidden in her pouch rolled free and clattered to the floor. Lucien bent to retrieve it with a satisfied expression and then turned to her, blade raised and ready for the final blow. “Time for you to join your-“

A sleek surgical chair stood in the center. "You've been busy," Darius muttered. Mirabel looked at him without blinking. "And you're as pretty as the rumors say. Try not to bleed on anything." Elodie snorted. "I like her already." Mirabel gestured toward the bag Elodie carried. "Show me what you brought." They placed the drives on the counter. Mirabel's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the labels. "Echo Alpha," she whispered. "So it's true. Elijah completed the mirror phase."

Blurred, my vision is blurred. I can't see the stars, or the ever changing moon. I can't hear the crow, or the darkness silence. I can't hear, I can't see, even silence, becomes a sound lost to me. The dark, I can't even feel. This isn't hell, this goes beyond. This is.... Oblivion. Victor Mairo First off, I'd admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, to such a "tiny" issue. Her words, not mine. Now, let me back up a bit, in order for you to understand. In the beginning, we were in Eden....

Maybe the guy had mistaken her as someone, probably from the other room. She let herself relax and let Hypnos' straddle her into oblivion. Clayton is stunned when he met her eye to eye as soon as he entered her room in Doctor Jones' clinic. Her eyes looked sleepy when he saw them but he is sure as hell that she saw him. Her blue orbs looked as if she's trying to recognize him. His heart leaped for a few seconds worried that she might remember him as the guy who maniacally lapped her bloody throat.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

She traced genealogies, realm maps, and spirit possession rituals until her eyes burned. And then she found it. “Killian,” she called, bursting into the room. “I need to show you something.” He followed her to the main altar where she unrolled a scroll—one that mapped spiritual gateways. “Look at this,” she pointed. “The Womb of Echoes. It’s a realm of mirrors… and duplication.” “What are you saying?” “I don’t think Ivy came back with a spirit alone.” Killian frowned. “What else is there?” Mira’s eyes locked on his. “She may have brought back another version of herself. A mirrored twin.”

James replied, “Tribulation Liquid. Apparently, it’s a magical liquid formed during a Heavenly Tribulation. It’s capable of tempering the body and repairing Primordial Spirits.” “Tribulation Liquid?” Emperor Jabari was taken aback by the discovery.

Her own power surged forth, a silvery shadow, the Umbros Strain, the rarest of them all, pure Aetherborn magic. The five streams of energy spiraled upward, merging into one blinding current. “The AetherCurrent…” Dravon whispered, awe flooding his voice. The air thickened with divine power. Stars bent. The moonlight fractured. Selene’s voice grew louder, echoing across the courtyard. “Let the veil divide! Let the world beyond awaken!” The circle exploded in light, a brilliant beam shooting into the sky. The clouds split open, revealing a rift shimmering like liquid glass. Beyond it, a swirling world of stars, colors, and floating islands appeared.

Suddenly, a surge of memories overwhelmed her—a vivid flashback to her childhood. --- *Flashback: The Oath* A younger Luna stood in a moonlit grove, her mother, Lady Elara, guiding her through a sacred ritual. The air was thick with anticipation as Luna recited the ancient words, binding herself to a legacy she scarcely understood. "This oath," Elara whispered, "is our lineage's burden and strength. It will protect and challenge you in equal measure." As Luna completed the ritual, a searing pain coursed through her, marking the inception of her hidden power.