Oblivion Reloaded Combined Novels & Stories

The sight of him, battered and bleeding but alive, made me almost choke on my own sobs. Amory knelt beside me, clutching his stomach where blood seeped through his fingers, his face pale and weakened. Yet, when our eyes met, a glimmer of something more—hope, survival—flickered in his gaze. “It’s gone, Amory,” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper as I looked down at his wrist, confirming what my heart so desperately wanted to believe. “The death mark… it’s really gone.” My voice broke, relief flooding me as I sobbed. “It’s all over, right?”

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

"Willem has AIDS!" After a moment of reflection, she began laughing hysterically. "No wonder! He refused to let me look at the pregnancy test results because of that!" Jake realized that their plan had likely failed. However, her words sparked a calculation in his eyes. Yes, he would use the pregnancy test results to blackmail Willem. Jake contacted Willem, planning to leverage this information to extract 100 grand from him. However, Willem refused to pay that much, insisting he would only offer half the sum.

Then it solidified, hollow-eyed and grinning: a raven’s skull, the bones black as obsidian, the eye sockets gleaming with unseen fire. Patricia leaned back slightly, smirk tugging at her lips. “Beautiful.” Gloria’s eyes glimmered with a hint of unease. “It’s alive.” Elara didn’t answer. She only stared, satisfied, her hand hovering above the raven skull, feeling its pulse through the shadows and the ink. In the quiet room, candle flames flickered against walls lined with dark magic, and the three of them waited, patient predators, for the chaos they would unleash.

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

I muttered as I took out every single letter Alfred Brown wrote to me and raised it to his face, I gently took out a lighter and set the paper on fire, “Oops, ohh my God, I guess I just burnt your evidences,” I said with a taunting laugh, I let it burn up halfway before throwing it into the dustbin, “Ouu, I guess there’s more! You guys actually did a lot of work! Kudos! It’s the effort that counts,” I chuckled lightly as I took out the flash drive, he didn’t seem perturbed when I burnt up the paper, I’m pretty sure they had extra copies, but this particular flash drive which was the basis of their evidences, it didn’t occur to them to duplicate! I dropped it on the floor and before he could

She moved quickly, her instinct taking over, her fingers flying, she masked her IP, rerouted her connection, triple-checked the firewall. Only then did she log in. OBSIDIAN_13 Online. One by one, usernames began to appear. First, it was NYX, then Ralph, and seven others. Making them ten players. A full lobby. The chat exploded almost instantly. Chat: WAIT—OBSIDIAN_13?? Chat: Isn’t that NULLWRAITH’s alt? Chat: Nah, NULLWRAITH doesn’t play open lobbies. Chat: Math check—OBSIDIAN = black stone. NULLWRAITH = ghost. Darkness theme?

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

The table in front of him was stacked high in three mountain heaps of live octopus tentacles, raw chicken gizzards, and lamb's blood cubes. He robotically grabbed a blood-dripping gizzard and forced it into his mouth. Red blood dribbled down his chin and stained his shirt. It was a horrific sight. I noticed dark bruises spread across his chest beneath his collar, and it seemed Sephine and Callum had been torturing him. When the lamb's blood cubes hit his tongue, Jonah couldn't help but vomit violently. But what made everyone's skin crawl wasn't the puke. As he moved, the camera caught the way his gaunt face contrasted with his absurdly swollen belly that stretched like a pregnant woman at fu

charred but intact. I brushed off the ash, and there it wasa faint, and burned insignia. Alpha Draven’s wolf crest, stamped in silver. My stomach turned, “These were his supplies,” I whispered. “From the last trade meeting," I continued. Ellias nodded grimly. “And look at this, Alpha Aarhea,” He lifted a small dented metal device. “Detonator. Military-grade. The kind Alpha Draven’s warriors use for controlled demolitions,” he said.