Oblivion Reloaded Combined Novels & Stories

and then a semitransparent purple screen popped into existence in front of him with a message. [Welcome Samuel Leon, I am your system. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your above average strength and defensive capabilities combined with your capacity for cruelty, you have been given the Class of.....Dark Knight, along with the skill, (Dark Charge) and (Aura Control). You've also been given a +5 to Health, Strength and Defensive stats. Information on Class and Skills can be received if you desire. Congratulations on your Rebirth, and remember; Accept your darkness....but do not become it.]

I stepped into the flame. It didn’t burn. Not my skin, not my clothes. But it did strip something from me. I felt it instantly—a pull in my chest, a tearing. The mate bond with Ronan dimmed to a faint hum, distant and muted. My link to Astrid flickered but stayed intact. The world around me twisted, the air shimmering like water, and then— —I was standing in the Crimson Howl courtyard. But it was… wrong. The sky above was too dark, swirling with red and violet clouds. The trees were scorched, blackened. The air reeked of ash. Bodies lay scattered across the ground—wolves I recognized. Faces I knew.

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?”

If I can find a way to dismantle that wall of ice and win her genuine loyalty? The thought takes root, blossoming into a calculated strategy. Hatred is a waste of energy, and anger is a luxury I cannot afford, I need allies. I need eyes and ears in every corner of this mansion so I look at Olivia, who is now meticulously inspecting a silver fork for spots, and I see a bully, but also an opportunity.

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!

In fact, every time I was beaten, she would stand by with a smug look on her face as if to say, "See? My son is on my side." A surge of hatred coursed through me, and I unconsciously clenched my fists so hard that my knuckles turned white. But now, things had changed. I couldn't help but look forward to seeing how Mom would fare against their family. Would she be able to hold her own? … The outcome was even more spectacular than I had imagined. Rosabel found fault with Mom at every turn. In my previous life, I had at least been a young, unmarried woman when I first joined their family.

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 concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

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?

I added. @Death Wish