Novel & Cerita Oblivion Sequel

The eighteen-year-old Silas dissolved into a cloud of grey static, and the white sky over the dais began to turn a bruised, violet-gold purple. The "Flashback Sequence" didn't end. It "Merged" with the present. Silas stood in the ruins of the keep, but the eighteen-year-old Lyra—the scentless, broken version of his mate—was still standing on the floor beside the Sovereign Lyra. "Two Sovereigns," the thousand-voice chorus whispered. "One for the 'Redemption', and one for the 'Sequel'."

"A new one." "But the Oblivion is contained," Ashiel said, his voice tight with confusion. "This isn't the Oblivion," Liora said, understanding dawning. "This is different. It's smaller. It's… messier. The Remnant said the balance was a dance. Maybe when we sealed the big silence, it left behind little echoes. Loose threads." The ripple pulsed, and as it did, a young pine tree at its edge seemed to waver. Its green needles turned a sickly brown, then grey, before the colour slowly seeped back. It was being tasted. Sampled.

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”

But instead of seeing the man I loved, all I saw was a monster who cheated on me and killed me to keep everything a secret. Everything came crashing on me at this moment. The flashbacks of the betrayal, horror and pain I felt; the feeling of dying, of fear. My legs shook slightly but I gritted my teeth. What use was this? I had a job to do— a score to settle. “Damien, my love—” I began as I opened the door and immediately feigned shock seeing them together. Just like in my previous life, my mate and his lover were sweaty and covered in love marks.

she mumbled, trying to regain her footing, her eyes meeting mine with a feigned confidence. I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, pausing for effect, before leaning in closer. “Ah… I see. You must consider the one you gave birth to as your *only* child.” Her eyes darkened as she scoffed. “But that’s exactly what you’re doing! Passing over the firstborn who’s worked hard all this time, and instead, you want to put the one who *left* in the successor’s seat?” She was yelling now, her panic turning to fury as she spat the words. “The whole world will say, ‘Stepmothers are going to be stepmothers, after all!’”

“How would you like to become my Gamma?” Livi’s eyes widened in surprise. “Me?” “Yes,” Eleanor said. “You are very brave, and I think you can do a very good job as a Gamma.” Livi shook her head even as she smiled. “I’m really grateful that you think I’m so capable, but I have to decline your offer.” “Are you sure?” Eleanor asked her. Livi nodded. “Now that my father is gone, I can go back home. I’m hoping to find my destined mate and start a new life. Maybe after that, I can come back here.”

V drip that was on her hand. Tristan suspected something and was about to make a sound when something was sprayed in his face. He became dizzy and lost consciousness. The nurse in guise took out a phone and informed others over the phone, "He's down. Time to move," *. *. * Tristan opened his eyes unhurriedly. The vision was blurry at first but it slowly became clear. And he realized he was at a different place. There were hefty and heavily built men at the four corners of the hall holding pistols and guns.

Nemiah cried harder. Vivar began to have an odd feeling like they were being watched. He stood and unsheathed his sword as he looked around. Nemiah heard the whistle of the blade so she raised her head. “W-What’s wrong?” She sniffed. Vivar just signaled her to stay silent. She wiped her tears and stood behind him. She started to feel like someone was really watching them. They were startled when a huge crow flew out of the cave. It has been watching them a while ago, going unnoticed.

Luna advises him while she is carrying the now sleeping Selene in her arms. "How about you Luna, do you have a secret that you are keeping from the alpha?" Alarick asks her. "Yes. I am just a mortal and I have my own secrets, especially my rebirth. I do not want to tell him about it because I do not want him to know the side of himself where he does not care about me at all. And I do not want to be reminded by that. That is why instead of telling it to him, it is better for me to keep it a secret from him. It is for the best of both of us." Luna honestly answered his question.

Jax’s jaw worked as he clung to CHOICE. We were tired. Bleeding. Half‑wired into a war no human nervous system was built for. And the Game was telling us we were about to be thrown into one more world to decide whether any of this stuck. The void trembled. Chains of code snapped loose and whipped past like debris in a gale. Ghost‑images of worlds we hadn’t experienced yet flickered at the edges of sight—unfamiliar landscapes, new rules. “Of course,” Selene said, bitter amusement threading her voice. “The big reset needs a finale.”