Oblivion Sealed Portal Novels & Stories

Some of them showed an apparent puzzled expression on their faces, while some who knew about Oberon’s Sol, obediently heed to his orders. “Farewell.” Oberon said, gaining the goodbye waves from his people as he entered the portal. While passing through the gate, he hoped nothing bad happened inside the world he will be entering. Gradually, his silhouette disappeared into the swirling portal, and it closed. *** It was a battlefield from the moment Noel opened his eyes. The world he expected to see was burned into ashes with purple flames, and in the middle of the blazing earth, a tall, peakless tower emerged.

one of the witches said. That was when I closed the other portal D had opened for me. Most portals were linked by ruin marks placed between two points. The marking did not have to be drawn exactly the same but like a special code a certain mark had to be placed in the same place at the same time when you drew it. Think of it like registering your fingerprint on a fingerprint sensor on a phone. You only need a part of the registered finger to unlock the phone at any time. Hijacking a portal was like copying the user's fingerprint and that was the only loophole to creating portals. So most portal openers created a fail switch to trap intruders but it took up to twenty minutes to do so.

They were famous because of the act of Transmutation Circle and were as strong as celestial beings. Beside Northsea were Thundlight, Infinia Icefield, Lasbonrket, and Cesun. Severin had only read about those places from the book. He glanced at the ocean and realized Bluerealm was larger than he imagined. All of a sudden, the space around him shook and before he knew it he was not where he was from before. It felt like he was in outer space because he could see the galaxy with his bare eyes. There was a portal ahead of him. The portal had many black holes and vortexes beside it.

“Then let’s get out before this place decides to collapse.” She opened the portal. Lucian gave one last look at the blackened walls, the frozen screams, the burned world. Then they stepped through. The Veiled followed, walking into the shadow beneath Elias’s feet—and vanishing with him.

Her mate's condition weighed heavily on her heart, each breath a struggle as she grappled with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. As she wandered deeper into the room, her eyes scanning the shelves and tables for any sign of a clue, she paused in her tracks, her gaze drawn to a mesmerizing sight. Floating just a few feet above the ground was a portal, its swirling colors casting an ethereal glow that bathed the room in an otherworldly light. The portal shimmered with hues of cerulean blue and emerald green, each hue dancing and melding into the next in a mesmerizing display of magic. Olivera couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the beauty and mystery of the swirling vortex before her.

“No…” Zevrin raised his hand—and the entire chamber shook. Cracks split the floor. The air shimmered, warping, twisting. The wall behind the altar crumbled, revealing a void of swirling darkness. A portal. A tear in the Veil. From it came voices—whispers in forgotten tongues, howls that didn’t belong in this world. Something moved beyond the veil. Something massive. Zevrin’s eyes glowed. “Your power is magnificent, Serena. But all you’ve done is make the offering stronger. The Veil will fall—and a new order will rise.”

And for the first time in days, I saw something like peace flicker across Jonie’s face. Later that night, when the others were asleep or trying to be, I sat alone, back against the carved serpent pillar. That was when the transmission came. A burst of static from my communicator, followed by a flickering voice: "--not all the portals are sealed. Seventy-four Beta. CENOTAPH. Repeat. Not all the portals are sealed..." The message cut out. I looked around. No one else had stirred. CENOTAPH. That was an old Control code. A red-level site buried in a classified list of unrecoverable anomalies. One we were never supposed to go near.

“P...ort...al.” Though it was inaudible, King grasped it. Portal. Just as the life was draining out of her, he let go at the dying minutes causing Eliana to drop to the ground as she took big gulps of her. Of course, she felt King's gaze peering down on her, he was waiting for a reply. Damn it, the sovereign is too scary. “There's a portal that leads to the underworld here.” she finally spoke, “They might have taken her through here, it's the shortest route.”

“And now that I’ve awakened the Spiral again… it’s coming to finish what it started.” Lucien was silent for a moment, then said softly, “Then we finish it first.” The altar behind them cracked down the middle with a sound like thunder underwater. From within rose a staircase carved from the same strange, glowing stone. It spiraled downward, leading into a pit of humming silence. “That’s where it’s anchored,” Selena murmured. “Where the first gate was sealed. Where it will try to break through again.” The air trembled around them. The choice was clear: face it now or watch the world be unmade.

Let them suck the very sadness from the marrow of my bones and bleed me of this bitter, bitter humour. I have one advantage that Ulthar had not—the forest. As one of the few ‘Quiet Places’ left in this world, it will be easier for me to open a portal for the Bréostwylmas to come through. My only concern is for the Gate. I will be exposing this world to its indefatigable pull. What effect might that have? What would happen to all the living souls nearby if it should swing wide? What is the key that would lock it? What? What? What?