Oblivion Novels & Stories

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

Ang dilim na hiniram ko sa kanyang nakaraan ay naging isang lason na pilit akong ginagawang halimaw. Nasa loob pa rin kami ng "Obsidian Forge," ang hangin ay puno ng amoy ng nasunog na mercury at ang malapot na takot na nanggagaling sa akin. I was pinned on top of Dante on the stone slab, my hands locked around his throat, squeezing until his hazel eyes began to glaze over. The memory leak was still active, a violent feedback loop that convinced me he was the monster who branded the child I just saw.

We were falling through a tunnel of dark matter. As the darkness consumes the vault, Lyra hears a final, mechanical chime. A screen flickers to life in the void, displaying a world she doesn't recognize a lush, green planet with two moons. A text prompt appears in her mind: "New Game Initialized. Players: 4. Objective: Survival. Warning: The Broker is still among you."

--- ### The Descent into the Core The obsidian dais disintegrated. We weren't falling through the air anymore. We were falling through the **Code**. I saw the history of the universe rushing past us—the first stars being "rendered," the first life-forms being "scripted," the moment the Reapers were first "programmed" to harvest the excess. It was a river of light and shadow, and we were the stones skipping across its surface. "Stay together!" I screamed, wrapping my arms around Silas and Sarah.

Sophia replied, her voice clipped, a sharp blade in the dark. As Zero slammed the Enter key, Sophia felt the red mole at the corner of her eye ignite as if pierced by a red-hot iron. A torrent of chaotic, freezing code flooded her mind, a digital blizzard of memories and malice. It was the "Shadow"—the spectral grudge from her past life, weaponized by the algorithm—making its final, desperate struggle to overwrite her soul before the connection severed.

Before I could overthink it, that is, before I could talk myself out of it, I typed out the number, saved and already typing a message. “Good morning, sir.” I froze. Stared at the message. Very cringe of me, but it was literally the first thing that came to me. ‘Sir? Really, Evans?’ I whispered. I was about to delete it when my second consciousness that didn’t have any control pressed send. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. ‘Oh my God… oh my God, why did I do that?’ I immediately locked my phone and threw it on the bed like it had burned me.

Elara's POV The dawn did not break over the Obsidian Stronghold; it bled. The sky was a bruised, sickly purple, choked by the advancing black fog of the North. From the height of the Sovereign Threshold—a narrow, terrifying tongue of black glass that jutted out over the three-thousand-foot drop of the Ravine of Whispers—the world looked like a dying lung.

Chapter 48 Silver Eclipse The wind screaming across the Obsidian plateau tasted of crushed pine and raw, synthetic ozone. Laila stood at the apex of the cliff, the silver blade in her hand vibrating so intensely that it hummed against the bones of her wrist. Below her, the mist of the Dead Zone parted like torn silk, revealing the nightmare Davis Brooke had dragged up from the dark.

At the Hollow Sovereign. At Kael. Then finally— At Lyra. Something ancient stirred behind his mismatched eyes. Recognition. Interest. And something far more dangerous. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "After all this time..." His voice was soft. Beautiful. Wrong. The shadows throughout the sanctuary bent toward him. The silver flames dimmed. Even the Heart seemed to hesitate. The Sovereign of Oblivion had awakened. And he looked delighted to see them.

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.