Oblivion More Unfinished Business Novels & Stories

“We have time. Don’t worry, just be patient” “What are you planning Lilian?” Ian asked frowning in confusion. “The Mafia Bloodlust games are coming back again, this will be the last chapter"

"If they want their lands to survive, they’ll listen. The next morning, the camp was a hive of activity as messengers were dispatched to summon the leaders. Lucas and Marcus prepared to head out personally to speak with the more reluctant allies. Elena stayed behind, feeling the need to distance herself from the growing noise. She found a quiet spot near the edge of the camp, where the trees cast dappled shadows on the ground. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the whispers that had been haunting her. "Oblivion," the word came softly, like a distant echo. Her eyes snapped open. The name sent a chill down her spine. She didn’t know what it meant, but it felt ancient and dangerous. "Elena

The world outside the valley was full of small, hungry silences. They didn't talk about it much, but they all knew. The victory in the Blackroot Ravine wasn't a final one. It was a skirmish. A warning. The great Oblivion was bound, but its echoes, its children, were now loose in the world. Like weeds sprouting in a newly cleared field.

It was a moment of redemption and renewal, one that Olivia would carry with her as a proof to the power of gratitude, generosity, and the unexpected twists of life's journey. As she sat in her quiet room, Olivia felt a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. Her path had taken her through unexpected challenges and blessings, and with Nathaniel by her side, she knew that their journey together was far from over. The debts were settled, but the future held endless possibilities, and she was ready to embrace them with an open heart and a grateful spirit.

“Trilius got into a car accident when he was making a delivery from his farm. His unfinished business is the baby he left at home, waiting to be fed. “Anella was the head nurse at an emergency department. She had been pulling so many overtime shifts trying to save people that she ended up dying from exhaustion. But she’s still thinking about saving more people. “All these painful memories, their unfinished business, slowly fade away the longer they stay in this world. The worst part is that everyone, including me, is gradually forgetting who they are. “What about you? What unfinished business do you have?” It was the first time I heard Jorvan say so much in one go. He was usually aloof. It w

Sunlight sliced through the half-open blinds, casting thin, jagged lines across the polished surface, glinting off the pens and glasses of the elders seated in a semicircle—Grayson, Mara, Torin, their faces etched with years, their suits pressed, their eyes darting between me and the glowing projector screen. My tie dangled loose around my neck, the knot undone, my shirt sleeves rolled up to my elbows, exposing forearms tense with restless energy. My hands rested flat on the table, fingers splayed, but my mind wandered far beyond the walls of this sterile room. The elders spoke in clipped tones, their words a steady drone, numbers tumbling out, losses piling up, the company’s pulse weakening

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.

Below us, the sanctuary lifts started moving again. The list of names beneath Rebirth City expanded across my vision. MIRA THORNE: UNRESOLVED. JONAH VALE: SUMMONED. PETRA HOLLOW: SUMMONED. SAMUEL RINN: SUMMONED. LEO BLACKWOOD: SPLIT. SURRENDER ELIGIBLE. Hundreds more followed. The debt key pulsed in my hand like a second heart. I understood its shape then. Not a sword. Not a shield. A ground wire.

She reached out a hand—a pale, trembling hand—and touched the violet starlight of the obsidian blade. "You... you survived," the girl whispered, her voice sounding like the crinkle of dry parchment. The moment their fingers touched, the North began to "Unweave." It wasn't a deletion; it was an "Archive Search." Silas felt himself being pulled through the "Library of Souls"—a miles-wide chamber beneath the keep where all the "scripts" of the North were stored. He saw rows upon rows of glowing violet scrolls, each one representing an "Alternate Ending" that had almost happened.

he said, grabbing the envelope and pulling it all out until he found the note. "This is her last chance. They are together and I know you don't want that either, so go to her and tell her this is the last chance. If she doesn't leave him, I will expose all of this to the world. She murdered her baby and also her father. What kind of role model would that be? She leaves him and all of this disappears. A public statement has to be made two days before her game." "I don't understand this." "Someone wants you and they are willing to ruin Finley in order to get you."