Ring Of Perfection Oblivion Novels & Stories

They were preparing to lay Viviana to rest in the Graveyard of the Forgotten—a place where we intended to bury Evan. As they carried out their grim mission, we finished our own. The circle was complete, carved into the earth like an ancient scar, ready to channel forces that none of us fully understood. I couldn’t help but dub it in my mind: *the Circle of Torment*. It was a dark name, but somehow, it felt fitting for what lay ahead.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest. Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!" The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly. I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

It eased the tension that had built up in me and my muscles relaxed a little. “How do you walk in the sun? I have been dying to know how you do that.” I couldn't hide how inquisitive I was. He flashed one of his hands in my face and my eyes landed on the familiar signet ring on his index finger. I could remember him telling me that it was a family heirloom. “Ophelia made it. Think of it as an anti-sun ring.” He explained. Speaking of Ophelia, it was kind of hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that she was a witch. But then, it still made so much sense. The unsettling aura around her.

Polished but quiet. He slid a platinum ring onto my right hand. Then he stepped back. “No cologne,” he said. “Skin bare, because I'd love to get high on your natural scent later.” I swallowed. “What’s the occasion?” “An elevation ceremony,” he replied. “For one of my soldiers.” I nodded. “Okay.” I had no idea what that meant, but I did not ask. Then his tone changed. “Rules for you to follow the moment we step into the hall… Stay by my side.”

Blood. Her parents. She was no longer inside the car. She stood on that highway again. Her father’s body lay on the ground, blood soaking his clothes. His hand stretched toward her, still gripping a silver ring. His eyes locked on hers. “You killed me and your mother.” Grace shook her head. “No…” “And now you want to be happy?” “Stop—” “Never. Do you hear me? Never.” She stumbled backward, struggling for air. The scene blurred. She reached for something solid and found nothing.

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

"Also... who's Rowena?" Rowena knelt in front of her closet and opened the bottom drawer to pull out a small, black, velvet box. She carefully brushed away some of the white lint that settled. With a click, the box opened and she came face to face with her mother's engagement ring. She took it out and slipped it on her ring finger. It looked quite big against her frail hand. The band was silver. A fairly large, colorless diamond was outlined by two squares studded with small diamonds. The design was very bold and eye-catching. Rowena definitely wasn't a fan of it, just as much as her mother was. But with one look, anyone could tell that the ring was convincing enough to pass as a symbol of b

The Hourglass on its face was pulsing with a soft, rhythmic hum—the sound of a heart that refused to flatline. The Internal Schism: The Relapse of the Sovereign Julian knelt and picked up the ring. The moment his skin touched the metal, the "Inertia of the Ordinary" vanished. The grease on his hands evaporated. The fatigue in his joints was replaced by a surge of high-frequency energy that made his vision sharpen until he could see the molecular vibrations of the air. "No," Julian rasped, trying to pull his hand away, but the ring was a magnet, and he was the iron. "I chose the 'Boring Ending.' I chose the car that stalls! I chose the forty-two dollars!"

Her face was a mask of cold, silver-glass, and her hands were covered in the Black-Emerald circuitry of the Hive. "You have chosen the 'Too Much' energy over the 'Perfect Peace,' Darlene," she spoke, her voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "So be it. We will see if your 'Authentic North' can survive the Weight of the Forgotten." She touched the floor, and the entire city began to Fall.