Oblivio Miraculous Novels & Stories

It was one of obsession. I was simply a viewer to what was happening, I no longer felt control of my body, I was functioning on autopilot. The metallic taste of blood entered my mouth from his, it wasn't a foreign taste to me but this time I knew it wasn't my own, and that was enough to have me choking on my own bile.

MEL POV I don’t think I have slept so soundly before in my entire life. No nightmares. No headaches. Nothing at all. I could barely even remember what had happened yesterday. Well apart from the part where I found out my mother was abused in her loveless marriage and that I was the love child between her and a mafia lord. I couldn’t never forget that even if tried. “Halo.” Dante opens the room’s door and peeks his head in. “Decent enough in there?”

My vision blurs at the edges as i feel faint. “Damn it,” I rasp, dragging in shallow breaths,My wolf howls inside my skull, grieving a bond that will never come to life. My legs finally give out and I turn by back to the wall,until I'm sitting on the cold pavement, head spinning, like I just ran. Time passes at a speed I can't care to remember. My trembling hamd reaches into my pocket and pulls out the stolen vial. The liquid glows in the dim light of dusk.

Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing. “I will definitely murder that damned god if I survive this,” he muttered. Then, with every ounce of rage and reluctance in his bones, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Thus, the seal ignited. The moment Theo’s lips touched hers, ancient magic surged to life, a blinding burst of gold that erupted from Selena's chest and wrapped around them like celestial thread. Symbols older than written language danced in the air, circling their bodies in a quiet, humming storm of light. The office, for one breathless second, transformed—no longer four sterile walls and a desk, but a sanctified altar suspended between mortal and divine.

Seated above on the throne, Mirage Maja was sneering down at her, “How do you like it? I had that wretched mutt belonging to your friends thrown in to keep you company.” Orea said nothing in reply: She was the type of person who accepted her defeat and fate without complaint or question. Orea thought of Primuh, she could vaguely remember the giant Succubino saving her and they were fleeing and then she must have passed out. Because she couldn’t remember anything at all clearly, up to this moment. She hoped Primuh was okay. And yes Skylar and Bessy! Evil Mirage interrupted her thoughts, “You must be worrying about the welfare of your friends?”

Instead it wasn’t her grunting. Micah stood in front of her, a blackened scorch across his side where the magic had struck. Though it didn’t seem to faze him as his eyes locked on Lillian with growing horror. “That’s not just Lillian,” he stammered. “That’s Melania.” Across the battlefield, Lillian twitched violently, her movements no longer smooth, her magic flaring uncontrollably. Her eyes flickered–burning red, then back to blue, then to an eerie, soulless black.

John shouted, dropping to his knees beside her. I screamed and rushed forward. Mia cried out. Chaos erupted as security swarmed the area. The unknown sniper had struck during the most vulnerable moment of all. Sarah looked up at us with fading eyes. “Find them,” she whispered. “Before they take everything.” Then her eyes closed. The ghost mother had returned only to be silenced once more. And the final secret she carried died with her. Or so it seemed.

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

The sky was alive, pulsing with veins of silver and gold, cracking open to reveal stars that spun too fast. A voice echoed around me—not loud, not booming. Just… everywhere. “So you’ve crossed the Veil.” I spun. No one was there. “The moment you called her back, you awakened something more than love.” “Who’s there?” My voice sounded smaller here, stretched thin in the silence. “The Elarian blood does not obey. It remembers.” Wind stirred around me, carrying the scent of thunder and smoke. In the distance, a shape moved—tall, regal, cloaked in flowing shadows and shimmering threads of starlight. Not Caius. Not Mikah. Not even human.