Oblivion More Unfinished Business Novels & Stories

Azrael’s brows furrowed, causing me to heave out a loud sigh. “Fine. Not nothing.” I leaned further into Malrik’s hold. His very presence was soothing. His arms tightened around me. . “I just felt… everything,” I explained in the best way that was not going to set them off. Azrael stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tug a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “The ruins?”I nodded. “It feels like there is something beneath them. Like something is alive and wanted me to have a little glimpse into what had happened during the purge.” His frown deepened before he looked around like he could spar with dead lycans.

Robert proceeded “On one faithful day, someone hacked our company’s most confidential information… We tried all we could to find the people behind this but we could not. We brought experts in that domain to look for a solution but they brought us more problems upon the fire we had. Days past and things were getting worse. We called out for our friends Sprill and Rex but they said they were so busy then. Our investors and most loyal business board members left due to the downfall. Before a week could lapse, we lost more than half of our earnings, business partners, employees … you could name them. We asked for support and aid from our friends and they said there is nothing they can do. Until

Eden said. "I don't know what they keep thinking. They abandoned me, threw me out simply because I wasn't getting them their money anymore because I grew up. Well news flash, staying 15 wasn't an option." Eden said in frustration. "Like seriously? Do I look like a bank to you?" She added. "Whatever, I don't want to talk about my shitty parents. They're not getting anything from me." Eden said. "On the other hand, we're close to Elijah. Ambrose hacked the government database and found his passport. He hasn't left the country that means, and he was spotted in California 2 days ago." Eden informed. She was happy they were getting closer.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

“Now don’t scream, girl! Or else, you might find your life of leniency here inside the ob-lo quickly turn into something very, very grim and dark!” Ninang unbuttoned and pulled down her orange uniform and placed her cunt in front of Nina’s face as she knelt on the floor. Then the woman started pissing on Nina’s soft, plump cheeks. “Drink my pee, girl! Now, now, don’t scream!” Nina was shocked. It seemed as if all the terrible horror stories she heard about the ob-lo suddenly returned to her memories reeking vengeance and, yes, urine. But this was only the beginning.

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.

The kind that doesn't fade when the mission ends. The kind that builds something from ruin. SETUP: Shadows Stir As Eden stepped into the sunlight, her phone buzzed with an encrypted message. “You did well. But the game is far from over. Watch your back.” No signature. No sender. Her fingers trembled as she replied, “Who is this?” No response. Behind her, the city buzzed—alive, unaware. But in the depths of forgotten places, new players were already moving. Lucien’s empire had fractured, but its pieces were lethal—and hungry.

Lyla felt it a weight in the air, a presence that should not have survived. The Elders were gone. But something of them remained. Eli’s voice was low. “They left more than just ruins.” Jorah’s gaze was sharp. “If even one of them survived, this isn’t over.” Dani cracked her knuckles. “Good. I hate unfinished fights.” Caelum’s silver eyes flickered. “Some wounds don’t heal on their own. They have to be cut open first.” Lyla already knew that. She turned to the Bloodmarked, her voice steady.

Her breathing steadied with every click. Control. Evelyn needed control. Outside the apartment window, people moved through another gray September morning, completely unaware that civilization was already dying beneath its feet. The interface pulsed quietly in the corner of her vision. CURRENT TASK STATUS:0/3 COMPLETE. CURRENT SURVIVAL RATE:3.7% Evelyn stared at the number. Then slowly reached for her keys. “Let’s fix that.”