Oblivion Gods Novels & Stories

Ivan interrogated, cutting Orlov off. “I am Journia, High Goddess of the wild.” Ivan rolled his eyes, annoyed at the presence of another God. “Is the entire Celestial Realm coming to play, or just you two?” he asked sardonically. “Tyrel has been asleep for some years now. The conflict between you and the creatures awakened him. Usually we do not interfere in mortal matters, but something must have stirred something inside Tyrel to aggravate him so,” Journia explained. “Are you sure it wasn’t just Ivan?” Orlov quipped.

Once upon a time, three gods started a project of life. Andrius, Anatoli, and Ayja were three strong transcendence who gained Godhood from Heaven’s blessing. Each of them was extremely talented, and each one of them could create their own world if they wanted. But they decided to create a high realm among worlds and dimensions. Their creation was magnificent. It was not perfect, but the system was clear, and the creation had the opportunity they needed to survive. But just like other high realms, their project had become even more popular among lower-ranked gods. Like hungry hyenas, they put their watchful eyes behind the dark void of the cosmos. Waiting... for the right opportunity to strik

The Robotias’ Lv 5 was equivalent to Deities. In other words, anyone below Divine Realm would die immediately upon touching Lufian’s golden Overlord Inferno. That was how horrifying the golden flame was. There were only five Lv 6, equivalent to Overlords. They looked more relaxed but it was still not so easy for them to escape the Overlord Inferno. “Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could a mere flame melt our bodies?” “Mother! Save us!” Feeling the horror of these golden flames attached to their bodies, the Robotias began to cry out to the mother brain for help.

Dangerously deliberate. The guardian growled. The Sovereign of Oblivion ignored him. Instead, he turned toward Kael. The sanctuary seemed to hold its breath. The two Sovereigns stared at each other. Shadow. Oblivion. Balance. Endings. Ancient forces meeting again after thousands of years. The Sovereign of Oblivion's gaze softened unexpectedly. "My old friend." Kael's expression remained cold. "We are not friends." The answer came instantly. The newcomer sighed dramatically.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Michael's eyes gleamed with urgency. "A force more powerful than you, Lucifer, threatens to destroy the cosmos.They call him Oblivion, Lord of Chaos and Destruction, one of God's Cosmic Stewards, seeks to annihilate all existence." Lucifer's smile returned, his eyes glinting with interest. "And why should I care?" Michael's expression turned solemn. "I don't need your help to fight Oblivion, Lucifer. I need you to fix your mistakes. Make the world a better place. Show me you have a plan to rule the Earth wisely."

The gods seated in the grand circle exchanged wary glances, their celestial forms radiating conflicting emotions. Athena, her golden armor gleaming, leaned forward. “They sent those creatures to take over Avery’s body.” Her voice was grave, her stormy eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “And those were just the zero-level demons. What happens if they unleash higher-level ones? Aethoria will be in grave danger.” Ares, the god of war, scoffed. “The girl is lucky to still be breathing.” His voice was laced with impatience, his crimson aura flickering ominously.

In the beginning, there are twelve entities that created our whole multiverse. The Entities of Space, Time, Reality, Mind, Soul, Power, Matter, Nature, Magic, Evil, Life, and Death. Together they folded a place called the Observatory where they could see all of the universes that they created. Each universe has two guardians, ours are named Selene, the Moon Goddess and Inti, the Sun God. Together they had many children which are today's Gods and Goddesses. But one stood out the most, his name was Kahn. He had unleashed evil onto this universe and his parents had no choice but to banish him to a realm of darkness. The oldest of the Gods named Jehovah, created angels to be his warriors, but on

"We felt the… shockwave. A surge of power unlike anything we've felt since the fall of the Shadow King. We've tracked you from Stillwater, through the highlands, to that accursed library, and to the coast. Wherever you go, the world… shudders. You leave behind restored villages and standing stones, but you also leave behind a trail of confused survivors and destabilised realities." She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing, destabilising. "And you travel with a creature of the void. The same void that birthed the Shadow King. Explain yourselves." Liora found her voice. "We are fighting the same enemy. The Oblivion. The thing that is making the world forget. We are Scribes. We are restoring

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

And now the combined remains of the gods have made a very strong body to sustain his soul. "No wonder I felt that power as if it were being sucked into a black hole. Even if I've sucked the power out of it, my body isn't quite right yet. It's so perfect, it should fit the physical equivalent of the gods. But consider that even the gods felt the pain, too..." Xiao Long reflects on what she went through. When receiving the memories of the gods, Xiao Long also felt all the pain. Because these gods were not born gods, but they were creatures of a gradual cultivation and of incalculable pain that eventually reached its peak.