Novel & Cerita Oblivio Miraculous

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.

Lucas looked in the direction of the voice and noticed it was a lady, giving off an aura of a fairy, flying toward the main stage. “My name’s Olivia Phillips, from the Aqua Nimbus Organization!” Olivia was a Rank 2 Transcendent Being but to Lucas, she was still a weakling. Lucas smiled faintly, and said to Olivia, “You’re a lady and I am thinking you will be fine if you just get married. Why must you come out and reveal yourself? You think this is a joke?” Hearing it made Olivia’s pupils shrink, and her fair face revealed a cold expression. “I’ll make you experience what it means to regret!” Olivia said coldly.

Jesus, get it together care. I put my hand up to block my face but it’s too late; he’s staring directly at me. His brow goes sky high and he plops down in the seat she vacated as Dillon takes the one on the other side. “You keep turning up wherever I go. You stalking me?”

The sudden news took Lucian by surprise "my thoughts exactly" "but the security was tight, both physically and spiritually." Lucien said. Diablerie was the last magic mirror that allows and grants one the power to see the past, present and future whether hidden or secret. But one needed to possess an extraordinary amount of power to control it. "Apparently, the intruders used some kind of charm to make the guards fall asleep but I'm yet to find out how they managed to get pass the spiritual border." Zephyr calmly explained. "Black magic!" Lucian exclaimed.

"I've also included information about our competitors, and I had Perseo prepare a list of advantages our products have over theirs." I passed over another file. "If he knows Torrens is coming to Europe regardless and plans to dominate the market, it might influence his decision. FOMO and all that." Albert looked up. "FOMO?" "Fear of missing out." I shrugged. "The idea is to make him want the deal before someone else gets the opportunity." For a moment, those deep blue eyes studied me. Andi was right. Albert was incredibly handsome. He looked exactly like the billionaire playboy type.

The torchlight flickered violently. And then, I felt it. The abyss had opened again. *** **Omniscient Narrator** In a cavern hidden among the western cliffs, Ágata and Eloise held a forbidden relic in their hands: a black sphere, carved from living obsidian. Surrounded by ancient symbols drawn in blood, whispers rose from their lips, invoking a being that time had tried to forget. “The previous attack was just a murmur,” whispered Eloise. “Now… let them hear the roar.”

“Nothing physical or essential will hold what belongs to nothing.” While hundreds of people knelt before something they did not dare to name, Alexei realized the dimension of the problem: They did not just want to break the bond and “free” Umbra. They wanted to destroy Carla. Body and soul. Alexei’s expression changed, becoming dark, and the black smoke rose again up his arm. The Grand Master raised his hand. “Let us praise the age of Oblivion.” ***

The one who could pass. "Why are you here?" I asked. "Same as you." He leaned close. I smelled tobacco under the soap. Old habit, recently broken. "The notebook. Lin records everything. Every session. Every secret." "Session?" "She's not just blind." He smiled. Sad. Proud. "She's a predator. Finds broken people, fixes them, keeps the pieces. Your 'murder'? Ten years ago? She planted the memory. You were her first project." The door buzzer rang.

“These are blood wards. Old magic. It’s him. He’s building something down here.” Saraphina’s stomach tightened. “A ritual?” Lucian’s hand found hers again, firm. “Then we end it before he begins.” ⸻ Far above, in the council’s tower, Malrec stood before a massive mirror of obsidian. The reflections inside were not his own—they shifted and flickered, showing faces, places, moments. Flames twisting in reverse, blood running upward, time itself unraveling and looping again. “Everything burns eventually,” he whispered to the glass.

How could I? Elara was curled against me, soft and trusting in sleep, her dark hair spilling across my chest. Her breathing was slow and even. The bond hummed contentedly between us, satisfied for the moment. But my mind was a storm. The mark on her wrist had stopped glowing, but I could still feel it. Like a shadow under her skin. The same shadow that had haunted my nightmares since I was twelve years old. The night the Obsidian Curse had torn through my pack and left my parents in pieces.