Oblivio Miraculous Novels & Stories

Sometimes being associated with the Yang Family brings in burdens. However, Ma Xiao-Er was fine, happy even. Having done the best she could, she knew to have faith in this competition. The Musical Institution of Classical Music (MICM) has always been known to have the fairest competition, which was why she had looked forward to them for so long.

Her captor was none other than Selena Dark, a deity. “I wish for Moon Goddess to look at me. Why is she so silent?” I said in my mind while Miracle kept quiet. Noah made his way toward me. Miracle had her gaze fixated on the sun. What was she doing? Her eyes shone. She howled. “I, Sun-Wolf, Viviana Miracle, summon the fire inside me to trap the most powerful sunlight for a humble cause in the name of my mother and my murdered family.” Miracle talked. In front of Noah. He was astonished.

Nomo croaked, his voice still layered with a faint, dying echo. "We’re alive, Nomo. That’s the win for today," Sofia gasped, trying to pull him up. But the celebration was short-lived. A low, thunderous groan vibrated through the floor. The leviathan-framed mirror didn't shatter; it stayed open, a gaping, silver wound in the reality of the hall. The violet mist didn't stop. It began to take shape, forming jagged, translucent spires that grew out of the obsidian walls.

Olivia’s eyes burned with tears she refused to let fall. Her mind was splitting, one path ending her, the other path ending everything she loved. She took one last breath. One last second. Then, A voice cut through the ruins. Soft. Small. Terrified. “…Mom?” Olivia spun around. Her daughter stood at the edge of the ruins. Wide eyed. Shaking. Barefoot. Alone. And glowing faint blue. The priestess’s smile sharpened. “Too late,” she whispered. The High Priestess agrees to free Olivia from the bloodline, if Olivia kills her own daughter. The daughter has already arrived… glowing with awakening magic…

Then she curled up in bed, body still humming with unfulfilled desire, mind spinning with images from the ceremony and the dangerous man who was slowly dying because of her. The Copulation Ceremony had ended. But her own personal ceremony of choice was only just beginning. The following morning, the Obsidian Tower felt heavier, as though the magic itself was holding its breath after the Copulation Ceremony. Lyra barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw glowing magical names fading on sweat-slick skin, heard the moans echoing through the Grand Hall, and felt Kaelith’s fingers teasing her to the edge only to pull away. Her body still ached with frustration.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

“See that guy over there?” I followed the direction of his trembling finger and in that moment it felt like the earth shifted under my feet. My eyes were caught in a shimmering pool of blue fire that seemed to burn me from the inside out. I couldn’t look away. “Who is it?” I just about heard Corrine’s question or the roaring in my ears. “It’s him. We are in so much trouble.” “Him who?” Corrine sounded confused. “The King. The guy who rules the world.”

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?