Oblivio Miraculous Novels & Stories

“I checked her mark a while ago. And found out it has been erased by someone. Her abductor may have been injected her with the liquid of Olvidar.” “But the Olvidar was only able to hold by the witches of Kitezh upon the blessing of the moon. How can it be passed through here?” the Shadowstone Luna wondered. A smile formed on my lips as I pour Mauvaru wine on the three goblets in front of me. “That is what I want to ask you, Mom, Dad. Could it be that Soleil’s abductor was her lost brother?” I questioned. Paving the way for the minute of total silence from them.

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.

Elvious uttered boastfully. Elvious let out a very powerful extreme aura. It is more powerful than what he showed before. His whole body illuminated ever more darkly crimson than before. Even those intricate crimson colour lines became more darker. The outmost gravity istantly triggered, it makes the five princes, Nicholai, and Nathaniel to kneel on the ground because of the power of Elvious aura. Even Mavis Ancierre began to crack. This gravity flow out not even on Mavis border but even reached the unknown pillar of seven Leadership.

“We’re always with you and we always love you,” “Mom…” * KNOCK! * Suddenly, Sierra heard a weird sound coming from the window. She turned around but saw nothing. “...Huh? What’s that sound?” * KNOCK! * There it was again. The sound was definitely coming from the window, but it wasn’t from this window in the hotel room. “It’s time,” Sebastian said with a sad smile “You can go, but we’ll see you again,” “What?” Sierra blinked, and all of a sudden, she wasn’t in the hotel room anymore. She was back in her room, lying all by herself on the bed.

“Her hidden demons are contorted in spasms of agony as we speak. They twist and writhe in time with the physical spasms of her body. See her squirm and groan! That is her darker side answering to the caress of light.” All of a sudden there was a sudden stinging sensation throughout my body. Nausea from within grew overwhelmingly stronger making me gasp and groan, my eyes rolled back into my head unable to withstand the seemingly torturous sensation. Soon I felt numbness spread throughout my body but the nauseating feeling lingered. I tried to close my eyes, but someone was keeping them open. Froth danced on my lips, and my whole form shivered in faint spasms, all the fight I had in me earlie

Lucian Moretti – POV The adjacent room was soundproofed, equipped with a single speaker that fed audio from my study and a one-way mirror made of polished obsidian. From my side, it was a window. From hers, a dark, impenetrable wall. A perfect metaphor.

“ Arghhh!!! Arghhh!!!! Loud, piercing screams echoed in the room. Emily and Eric were lying on the floor writhing with pain, becoming weaker and weaker till they were still. I clenched my fists hard. I had to do this. I took the Alexart from the box which Eric kept in his room. Then I got busy making preparations for The Obliviate Ritual. I placed them in the center of the candle formation and sat the head of the formation. Slipping the Alexart onto my middle finger, I closed my eyes and started chanting the spells to obliviate memories. Focusing hard, I wiped out the memories related to me and Alex for the past one month.