Novel & Cerita Oblivion: Stories

‘O’Brien…’ (Your Majesty… What can I do for you? ‘Did you approve access to the MoonGoddess library? And has a sprightly little Omega she-wolf turned up at your borders?’ (‘You know our rules, Your Majesty. No one is allowed access to our library without your Royal seal of consent… Concerning the she-wolf, give me a moment…’) The other end goes quiet for a moment before Elder O’Brien returns. (‘Sorry, Your Majesty. But no one has approached our borders for quite some time, especially not any she-wolves.’)

The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering. If she's to be asked, her state for the past few weeks is just like this night. Dark and unclear. No matter how she tries to spot something, she couldn't see anything. And like the flicker of fireflies, the only light she has is the luck of surviving... And the hope that the policemen might find something. Until then, she won't be peaceful... Nightmares of people hurting her will always bother her.

The pairings had mixed humiliations and pleasures until the women were no longer seven distinct individuals, but a single, broken-in harem, their identities submerged in a shared experience of debasement. Lola lay slumped over the chaise lounge, George’s spend leaking from both her holes. Nora was curled on the floor by the piano, shivering, William’s bite mark a dark purple bloom on her shoulder. Nancy and Ruby were still entangled on the rug, their limbs loose, their shameful confessions hanging in the air between them like a foul perfume. Erin leaned against the bookcase, her body limp, Frederick’s residue slick on her inner thighs. Amelia knelt at Henry’s feet, her cheek resting against

At twenty-seven, I still got that little thrill whenever an antiquarian shipment landed on my doorstep — the promise of forgotten histories, dusty gods, and secrets no one else in this noisy city cared about. “Thank you,” I murmured, already turning away as the van pulled off. The return address was a small, obscure dealer in Rome I’d found through a private forum for classical enthusiasts. “De Rebus Divinis Obscuris” — On Obscure Divine Matters. I’d ordered it three weeks ago on a whim after reading a fragmented reference to a lost fertility deity in an academic paper. Gods and ancient civilizations were my private obsession, the one thing that still made my blood hum. My day job at the uni

At night, she hears whispers in the water. On the third night, Evelyn sees a flickering light drifting down the river. She follows it—drawn by something she doesn’t understand—and finds a wooden boat with a burning lantern and an old journal inside. The pages are filled with entries from a woman named Alara who speaks of binding spells, river spirits, and a curse upon her bloodline. The last page is stained and unreadable

indescribable beauty. Here people had different features, some guys were so cute that even their beauty scared you. Women are beautiful but full of evil. Like Riley. I advanced down a hill until I found a small waterfall. I've strayed too far and maybe that's not good. I took the book out again and went to the last page where there was a map of Telluride, a map where they introduced you to the lakes, waterfalls and certain caves. I positioned myself in what seemed to be called The Oblivion Waterfall, which was near the school. Why was it called the waterfall of oblivion? Ahead of the waterfall was a wall of rocks. I followed the path until I reached it, there were large rocks here, as if cer

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

"No..." The Stranger whispered. "It cannot be." The White Book continued writing. 'When the Final Reader opens the Last Story...' Another line appeared. 'Every forgotten world shall return...' The sky above the White Tree cracked from horizon to horizon. Brilliant rivers of light poured through the fractures. Within those rivers... Adrian saw countless familiar faces. Thomas. Edward. Lucien. Evelyn. And thousands of people whose stories had already been erased. None of them were speaking. They were watching.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

He called it the Eternity Project, and a great wall of maurium was erected to denote the borders of the new capital, the east gate being sealed to prevent a returning to the old capital and its ruins, and all was peace in Altruon. Even so, a war is raging in the north against Obed, an old enemy of Altruon, whose people have fought them throughout their history. Though, in times of battle there is an opportunity for heroism and men of merit to rise in the eyes of the people of the nations they call home. One such man is a celebrated colonel, a man whose own descent is that of Obed. His name is Tyberion Ibori, and he is the father of a beautiful young girl who, in his absence, has become a blo