Oblivion Synopsis Novels & Stories

Crash! ​The impenetrable walls of the sacred labyrinth imploned with a cataclysmic roar, sending an astronomical cloud of dust billowing into the upper atmosphere. The sacred, undefeated underground labyrinth that had stood for millennia was systematically leveled to the ground, reduced to absolute rubble in the blink of an eye. ​As the thick clouds of debris slowly began to settle, they revealed me standing perfectly erect in the center of the devastation.

And something more, subtle, electric, undeniable. I pressed my paw to the earth, muscles coiled, amber eyes scanning the forest. The rebellion was rising. The pack was ready. And yet… the next move, the next strike, the battle for survival had only just begun. The forest was alive with tension, shadows shifting, danger lurking unseen. The young Omegas were ready, coordinated, and growing stronger. Nova’s green eyes met mine, fierce and unwavering. Rylan was out there, watching, planning, and the next move could change everything. Amber eyes met green, a silent promise passing between us—we would rise. But would it be enough?

Her radiance touched the void, and from her light, life began to stir. And he… he was called Abyssion, the Hellspawn. Born from the shadow that lingered in her glow, a reflection of desire and hunger unchecked. Where she sought order, he sought freedom. Where she wove boundaries, he unraveled them with infinite curiosity. Yet they loved each other—deeply, irrevocably. A love that was both beauty and catastrophe. The world trembled beneath them. Stars shivered. Oceans shifted. Mountains rose where their laughter and conflict collided. For a time, they existed in balance, a paradoxical harmony of light and dark. But freedom is not always safe. And love… love is rarely without consequence.

"Come on. We need to find Elias and break the curse on us." Mirabelle dug in her heels. "No, not unless you acknowledge this child!" "What child? Don't you dare ruin my son!" The two of them started fighting. All of a sudden, Marcus thought of something, ran to the side, and threw up. My assistant reminded me that I still had a business gathering to attend that evening. I'd had enough of this farce, so I ordered my bodyguards to kick them all out. … Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive.

They ruled me like a toy, trying to sabotage my position. I thought they were our allies, but they betrayed us. They think that I don't have brain of who can ruled like a queen, but they got me wrong. They rob our company, they give our blue prints for our future projects that this company have plan since then, they try to dig us down, but of course, I'm may not fully related by blood to Fabians, but I'm still one of them, and I know how to make a move that can bring down my enemies. I will not let what my family has worked so hard for disappear just like that. My sister, Fayra, and Dad sacrifice blood, sweat, and tears for this company, and I promise them that I will pursue being on top.

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.

Maybe the guy had mistaken her as someone, probably from the other room. She let herself relax and let Hypnos' straddle her into oblivion. Clayton is stunned when he met her eye to eye as soon as he entered her room in Doctor Jones' clinic. Her eyes looked sleepy when he saw them but he is sure as hell that she saw him. Her blue orbs looked as if she's trying to recognize him. His heart leaped for a few seconds worried that she might remember him as the guy who maniacally lapped her bloody throat.

After all, this was his first time meeting someone as slow and oblivious as me. With that thought in mind, he put down the menu and said, "Now, then." I looked around. The men playing the men-in-black bodyguards from the dark room were not there. Now, only Theodore and I were in the private room. Which meant he wanted me to roleplay with him. There was no script either, so he must want me to improvise. Thinking of how Nora had said this movie was an action movie, I pulled the switchblade out of my pants pocket and pointed the tip at Theodore.

My vision was still imperfect, the edges of his face disappearing whenever I focused too hard, but I could see enough now to understand something I hadn’t been able to understand before. I had spent months afraid of wanting him. Afraid of what it meant. Afraid of what would happen if I let myself need someone again. And now he was lying beside me, warm and familiar, his hand resting against my chest as if it had always belonged there. “You know what the strangest part is?” I asked. “What?” “I spent three years learning how to live without seeing anything.” I paused. “And now that I can see again, the first person I actually want to look at is you.”

“She does not deserve your mercy!” “…mother…” “Oblivion?” Olivia scoffed and let out a haughty laugh. “You don’t have the power, little girl!” Adolph wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt the air shake. He turned and looked at Nimue. The glow in her eyes had turned dark like obsidian. His sword lifted from the ground and out of its sheathe. The blade glowed bright blue and grew brighter as it aimed at Olivia. In a flash, it shot through the air, tearing through Olivia’s arm like paper.