Oblivion Sequel Novels & Stories

I was caught by Aurora who was beside me. Pain cursed through my body, and I couldn't help but hope that I had been able to break free from the illusion or dream like memory that I was trapped in but I was unable to confirm anything as I fall into oblivion

But I knew what I was fighting for. Not revenge. Not glory. Not destiny. I was fighting for every smile shared at Willowbrook Academy. For every kingdom we had saved. For every friend standing beside me. For every child who deserved to see tomorrow. Erevan slowly lifted the Blade of Oblivion. Darkness gathered around him until entire galaxies vanished within its shadow. "Come," he said quietly. "Show me the answer Solarius searched for... but never found." Without another word, Wesley and I charged. Our wings of silver and gold spread wide behind us.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

Yet, the vast factory still felt overly expansive and empty. Heath could still smell the long removed machinery. The tarry smell of melted rubber still permeated the building. He welcomed the aromas. They kept him focused. They were a constant reminder of what he needed to accomplish. The memory of his beloved May-Ellen constantly drove him forward now, forcing him to complete his task; despite his distaste for the failures. A frown crossed Heath's face at the painful memory of May-Ellen. Quickly, he shifted back to the memory of his very first realization that HE, Heath, was responsible for saving Mother Earth. "This meeting of The Revelation Society will come to order," echoed from Heath's

The morning light fell softly into the hidden chamber, illuminating the smooth steel walls and the rows of sealed data drives. But all eyes were on the small, gold-flecked pod where Eve’s successor—this new life—had just awakened. Damien, Aurora, and Null stood in a half-circle, heartbeats synchronized in anticipation.

After all, everything had to go back to where it belonged. If something from a past life could be left behind, it would definitely be in the Netherrealm. That was a person's final thought when they reincarnated. Usually, after drinking the Oblivion Draught and crossing the Severance Bridge, it would be gone. But back then, Aria had been way too different from everyone else. Her obsession was incredibly hard to get rid of. For a while, it had even echoed in the depths of the Netherrealm, lingering for ages.

“We have the truth. We have the technology. We have the legal rights. We have the resources of Villareal Innovations. And most importantly… we have each other.” He led me toward the exit. Leo moved ahead, clearing the path. “From this moment on, Raven, nothing is as it seems. Every ally could be an enemy. Every safe place could be a trap. Every truth we thought we knew might be another lie.” We stepped out into the service corridor away from the main lobby and the crowds. We moved fast and silently. “The war for the legacy of Obsidian is over,” Theron said as we hurried toward the underground garage and the armored vehicles waiting there.

"General Holden… This was dug up from under the linden tree in Lady Holden's courtyard…" Her voice shook. Scott's gaze swept the room, then landed in the corner. The newly made bathtub sat there, long and deep. To anyone in this world, it probably looked super strange. "What is that?" His voice was cold enough to freeze over. I hadn't even opened my mouth when Jennifer was helped inside, looking frail, as if she might collapse at any second. She glanced at the tub, then covered her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. "That shape… I've seen it in old texts. It looks like something used for blood rituals… Lillian, do you hate me and my unborn child that much?"