Oblivion Word Novels & Stories

After all, even he could not understand how my mind worked. But fortunately, I did not disappoint him this time as I shook my head at them. "You aren't truly sorry. You're just scared of Theodore's retribution. You're only worried about yourselves. My obliviousness is just a way to protect myself. But now that I know you wanted to hurt me, I won't let this be." Only then did I understand why I had become so oblivious. Back at the orphanage, many adults had said we were children who had been abandoned. There had been plenty of bullying among the children too.

, She wanted to shrink from all her failed conversation. "Tsk. You young people just like to make things harder. If you meant the easier word 'anniversary', the not yet. I just bought it. That's why I'm short of people to work for me." Dayanne blinked at what he said. Damn, he just pointed out that her generation is all about plain stupidity. She could not stop it when she barked in laughter. "Calm down Uncle, it's just a term. Chill...", She said amused as she stared at his pissed off face.

At the Hollow Sovereign. At Kael. Then finally— At Lyra. Something ancient stirred behind his mismatched eyes. Recognition. Interest. And something far more dangerous. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "After all this time..." His voice was soft. Beautiful. Wrong. The shadows throughout the sanctuary bent toward him. The silver flames dimmed. Even the Heart seemed to hesitate. The Sovereign of Oblivion had awakened. And he looked delighted to see them.

Lawrence’s POV That bitter, earthy stench did not belong within these walls. Half an hour before danger woke Maya in our bed, my Primal Wolf scent caught it drifting through the arrow slits of the north corridor — thin, sweet yet rotten, cold and unnatural. Not brimstone, not battle pitch: Root of Oblivion. A toxin forbidden by Northern law for a thousand years, known to blight new life and rot unborn young within minutes.

“I’m not panicking.” His eyes flick lazily down my body. “Your pupils are blown and your breathing sounds like you’ve just ran a marathon.” Heat crawls even higher into my face. Leon’s mouth twitches slightly, clearly enjoying this. Asshole. He turns then, walking deeper into the estate without checking whether I follow. The heels of his shoes echo softly against the marble floors while I trail behind him trying not to look as overwhelmed as I feel. The house stretches endlessly around us, all dark polished wood and gold light and looming oil paintings of dead men who probably ordered executions between courses at dinner.

She greeted and the audience returned the greeting. “As the host said, I am the current CEO of Elixiron Pharmaceutical, pleasure to meet you all. Today, I am presenting to you the Essence Of Oblivion. It’s a Bioengineered device and drug, consisting of the Cardiovita, a revolutionary bioelectronic device paired with a Nano medicine solution that offers a high probability of curing advanced heart diseases. It acts as both a regenerative stimulator and a real-time monitor after being applied directly to the heart tissue during minimally invasive surgery.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Michael's eyes gleamed with urgency. "A force more powerful than you, Lucifer, threatens to destroy the cosmos.They call him Oblivion, Lord of Chaos and Destruction, one of God's Cosmic Stewards, seeks to annihilate all existence." Lucifer's smile returned, his eyes glinting with interest. "And why should I care?" Michael's expression turned solemn. "I don't need your help to fight Oblivion, Lucifer. I need you to fix your mistakes. Make the world a better place. Show me you have a plan to rule the Earth wisely."

Said Annabel to Mara and Mara smiled upon hearing that but she never stopped talking. "The Yam-Yum. This is just like the om…" Annabel didn't know what was om, so she needed to ask. "Om? What's om?" She asked curiously. "Hmmm… om is another sex position." Mara replied to her as Annabel's eyes and mouth opened widely. It was obvious that Annabel was surprised.

"This part talks about the others. The things that came before angels and demons. It calls them 'the Dreaming Wounds.' Entities that were never supposed to wake." Lucian's spine straightened. "And one of them?" "Here." She tapped the page. A single word etched in jagged red ink: Nihareth. Lucian tasted the name in the back of his throat, like blood. Kairis turned another page, revealing an inked drawing: a crude sketch of a burning city, and a tall figure with hollow eyes standing amidst the flames. The glyph for Oblivion was scrawled above it. "The book says Nihareth was the last of the Wounds to fall asleep. He walked through the outer gates when the world was still forming. They say his b

He whispered. Nemyra’s voice was low when she spoke, her hand tightening around his. “This is the other side of the Tower of Oblivion. We call it The Silent Land. It is where the vanishing gods go… to fade quietly. To wait for their end.” Before Prince Ron could respond, a sharp, agonized cry split the silence. One of the gods—a woman with thin strands of grey hair weakly clinging to her scalp, fell to her knees. She sobbed violently, her cries echoing across the empty sky. “No… no… not yet… please, not yet.”