Oblivion Word Novels & Stories

I went to my room and slammed the door and locked myself. "I guess now I know why she screamed earlier." Jacob told them. "My twin loves an Oblivious guy. No matter what she do, he doesn't see her." Bella and Cole told them a bit about mine and Matt's friendship. "Well, that's because he doesn't have competition. From what you told me, it seems like he also likes her, he is either really oblivious or scared to ruin his friendship with her. Or both." "I guess, we should put a plan in motion." Cole said while running his hands together.

Olivia didn't have to see me in any way to bring me to my knees. "Even as chubby, I always wanted to get closer to you, but you know what Cindy is like.” She explained with a grimace, leaving me even more stunned "We always had to be with the popular ones and to tell the truth...” She whispered, getting closer "I've always wanted to know what you offer to Livie.”

My left feet quickly make contact with the back of his knee, he fell forward, expected. The whole AD agent was gathered around us, watching. And that made me wonder, isn't it their job is to protect us at all cost? Britt and Johan quickly tied Hade's arms before he gets a chance to get up. "H-how?" He asked. "Your code," I start. "it was supposed to be 'rat'," Johan snickers. "The number of letters in name of the animal you chooses has to be the same number of letters in your last name," Finish Minnie, smirking.

It was extremely shocked as it spoke. The Kingdom of Oblivion was a very special place. It was born and grew up here, but it knew many secrets in the world. So, now that Caspian had utilized a terrifying ability that the demon had never seen before, how could it not be shocked?

Olivias pov I moved forward towards the voice. The tunnels bent and swirled around me, a labyrinth that seemed to stretch into infinity. I called out again, gentler this time, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice felt tiny in the vast darkness, threading through the heavy silence. Suddenly, I caught a whisper—a voice faint yet persistent—a single word that seemed woven from the air. "Olivia..." I hesitated, feeling a tremor of both hope and fear. That voice, so distant yet unmistakably real, beckoned me with a familiarity I couldn’t ignore. My grip on the wall tightened, anchoring me as I ventured further in, letting the whisper guide me.

"Why not?" “Because…because…” "Because what?" Olivia asked impatiently. I did not have a single idea of what to say. She stared at me with her green eyes for a moment before shaking her head. "This is stupid," she declared angrily. I'm killing it." "Solum…thirsty." The Goblingoblin whispered. It looked up at us sadly before returning to its feet. "Solum thirsty…solum needs water." "You will be drowning in your own blood soon enough." Olivia spat. Her words made the little creature shudder, and I felt them in my soul.

"Hello, Aurora Sinclair. The Silver Queen. The one who defeated the Void King. I've been waiting for you. Waiting for him to weaken you. To break you. To make you vulnerable." "Who are you?" I demand. "I am the Void's creator. The darkness before darkness. The nothing before nothing. I am what comes before the beginning. And after the end." "I am Oblivion." The castle explodes. Reality shatters. And through the destruction, I see it. A being made of absolute nothing. Not darkness. Not void. Just the absence of everything. And it's coming for us. Coming for me. Coming to finish what the Void King started.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

"If they want their lands to survive, they’ll listen. The next morning, the camp was a hive of activity as messengers were dispatched to summon the leaders. Lucas and Marcus prepared to head out personally to speak with the more reluctant allies. Elena stayed behind, feeling the need to distance herself from the growing noise. She found a quiet spot near the edge of the camp, where the trees cast dappled shadows on the ground. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the whispers that had been haunting her. "Oblivion," the word came softly, like a distant echo. Her eyes snapped open. The name sent a chill down her spine. She didn’t know what it meant, but it felt ancient and dangerous. "Elena

Juniper interjected harshly. She stood nearby, and hearing Sunny speak ill of the elderly couple made her seethe with anger. Who was Sunny to speak so disrespectfully about her soon-to-be in-laws? She could only imagine how much arrogance Sunny possessed. "Some third-tier family shouldn't speak when first-tiers are talking," Sunny replied provocatively. "Some first-tier, I see. So what? Do I look like I care about your so-called 'first-tier'? I don't. Especially not from a two-faced white lotus like you," Juniper countered aggressively.