Oblivion Sequel Novels & Stories

From the sky, the waters glistened like obsidian, hiding the ruined monastery that sank centuries ago during a battle against an earlier cult. The Brotherhood’s tech teams, still loyal soldiers, secured the outer perimeter while Seraphina and Malthea led the magical preparations. Vulture glanced around. “You know… there was a time all we worried about was police, rival mafias, and the damn FBI. Now we’re dealing with underwater curses.” Petrov chuckled. “Evolution.” “Insanity,” Sokolov added, lighting a cigar. As they reached the cliffside, Bain took Cassie’s hand. Elias stood behind them, holding Cassian’s shoulder, while Malthea carried Aragorn in a warded sling.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

“Think, Eve. Every time you use the door and change your decision, it also changes theirs. You’re playing with time and fate. And I’m telling you, it’s not Cory who I’m worried about. It’s you.” I am dying! I wanted to scream so that Moira would understand my desperation. “Listen to me, Eve. My sisters and I have control over things only when people listen and follow the signs. But like I said, humans have free will, and most of the time, they ignore the obvious. They refuse to follow the path we set for them. It’s not that history repeats itself, and it’s not about making the same mistake again. It's supposed to happen because it’s their fate.”