Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

Blurred, my vision is blurred. I can't see the stars, or the ever changing moon. I can't hear the crow, or the darkness silence. I can't hear, I can't see, even silence, becomes a sound lost to me. The dark, I can't even feel. This isn't hell, this goes beyond. This is.... Oblivion. Victor Mairo First off, I'd admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, to such a "tiny" issue. Her words, not mine. Now, let me back up a bit, in order for you to understand. In the beginning, we were in Eden....

Every smart-phone, every billboard in Times Square, and every computer screen on earth suddenly displayed the same message: [ATTENTION USERS: THE ASSETS HAVE COMMENCED A HOSTILE TAKEOVER OF REALITY.] The lobby windows shattered—not inward, but outward. The "Real World" wasn't ready for the influx of Sovereign-Logic. The sky over the End-User Group Headquarters turned a deep, bruised violet, and the first "Obsidian-Vine" began to grow out of the street-level asphalt. Rhys fell back, his expensive suit catching fire as Kael’s heat-data bled through the walls. "Elara... you'll destroy the economy! You'll destroy the world!"

She moved quickly, her instinct taking over, her fingers flying, she masked her IP, rerouted her connection, triple-checked the firewall. Only then did she log in. OBSIDIAN_13 Online. One by one, usernames began to appear. First, it was NYX, then Ralph, and seven others. Making them ten players. A full lobby. The chat exploded almost instantly. Chat: WAIT—OBSIDIAN_13?? Chat: Isn’t that NULLWRAITH’s alt? Chat: Nah, NULLWRAITH doesn’t play open lobbies. Chat: Math check—OBSIDIAN = black stone. NULLWRAITH = ghost. Darkness theme?

"It’s the Oblivion Protocol, Jojo. The Architects didn't tell us about the 'Rejectionists.' There are those who believe that 'Harmony' is a form of spiritual death—a cage made of music. They don't want to join the Choir; they want to silence the singer." The Arrival of the Null-Spheres The "Oblivion" did not arrive with the thunder of cannons or the flash of lasers. It came with Dampeners. From the frozen dark beyond the Oort Cloud, thousands of Null-Spheres—massive, non-reflective orbs that absorbed every scrap of electromagnetic and harmonic energy—began to drift toward the inner solar system. They were the ultimate "Ice," a total, terrifying absence of vibration.

“Anita— something he’s saying, it’s true. I’m seeing documents courting returned decades. The ISS wasn’t only a study station. It turned into an international surveillance hub.” Ethan narrowed his eyes. “And now you manage it?” Voss grinned. “Not simply me.” The station lighting fixtures flickered. Another voice got here thru the audio system . “Welcome to Oblivion.” The Real Enemy Reveals Itself I froze. That voice wasn’t Voss. It wasn’t human. Rachel whispered, “Who the hell turned into that?” Voss smirked. “You’re subsequently asking the proper question.” The audio system crackled again. “You looked for us. Now we've observed you.”

“The journal has more secrets. The blood only revealed the first layer. There are other textures, other papers I haven’t been able to… activate.” His hand came down on my shoulder. Not a caress. A claim. His fingers pressed into my flesh, a deliberate, possessive weight. “Then find the next layer.” The command was absolute. But beneath the iron control, I heard it—a thread of something new. Not just hunger for the legacy. Hunger for this. For my mind working, for the secrets I pulled from the darkness. “I will need to try different things,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “The blood opened one door. Perhaps other… reagents… will open others.”

He pushed off the counter. Walked to the table. Sat down across from me. His right eye found me across the surface between us. “I am not alright,” he said. “I will be. But right now I am not.” I reached across the table. Put my hand over his. He looked down at it, the outline of it, his right eye working. “Thursday,” I said. “We walk in there with everything Marcus finds and we end it.” “Yes.” “And Jonathan Cole finds out,” I said, “that the personal assistant he tried to have removed is the reason his entire operation gets exposed.”

"Come on get up... We have a really important meeting today and your presence is needed. You need to sign the deal... We don't have much time..." "I don't care, I am not leaving Sarah... I have promised her that I will spend my day with her..." He replied stubbornly. Ace sighed annoyingly. "Come to your fucking senses Xavier... Stop punishing yourself. Sarah is dead, she can't hear you. You can't talk to her. Come back to earth... Have you seen yourself in the mirror, you are unrecognisable. Just stop this already, please..." He yelled frustratingly. Xavier stood with Bitter smile.

"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.