Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure yet, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down. The thought of ‘Cain The Devil’ made my blood boil, memories of the things I’d survived flooding my mind. That name wasn't just a title—it was a legacy of suffering. The stories were true. Cain had been a ruthless monster, even by our kind’s standards. His methods of torture were beyond anything anyone could imagine—he was a sick, twisted man who enjoyed nothing more than seeing others suffer. He had impaled us—our kind—on sharpened stakes, hung us from the rafters like worthless pieces of meat, and let us squirm, watching in delight as we gasped for breath, feeling the life slowly slip away.

“Just try it. Do you think I’m scared of you?” The two super Overlords fought once again. This time was different. Just now, Sylvio mainly wanted to take Stark as far as possible so that they could not affect Elora’s restoration. Now, all he wanted was to kill the Soul Devourer scoundrel. Even if he could not, he must teach Stark a lesson he would never forget. It took a long time for the super black hole in the void to disappear slowly.

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

It was a jagged shard of obsidian, pulsing with a faint, violet light. "I've authored a Portable Environment Bubble," I explained, showing him a series of shimmering lines on my HUD. "It’s a localized patch that will project a ten-meter radius of 'Standard Reality' around us. As long as we stay inside it, our lungs will work and our bodies won't pixelate. But the moment the battery on this Key dies..." "We become Junk Data," Caleb finished the thought with a grim nod. "Let’s not let the battery die then." Entering the Void was like Clipping through a wall in a broken simulation.

The emergency lights in Sterling Tower's command center painted everything the color of old blood. Jack stood at the tactical holotable, watching the global map deteriorate in real time. Of the forty-seven reality thin spots Aaliyah had identified, nine were now solid black. Nine doorways purchased by entities from universes that no longer existed, using a currency minted from the ashes of dead realities.

"You believe strength changes the future." "We believe compassion does." The battlefield fell silent. Even the Void creatures stopped moving. Erevan looked at us for a long time. Then... Very slowly... He smiled. Not with mockery. Not with contempt. But with genuine sadness. "Those were Solarius's final words as well." Before anyone could answer, the enormous Eye beyond reality pulsed violently. Black chains erupted from the heavens. They wrapped around Erevan's body. His smile vanished instantly. The Blade of Oblivion trembled in his grasp.

Silence crashed down, sudden and absolute. Nyxara exhaled, breath trembling, chest heaving with exhaustion and triumph. Her rival mate stared at the devastation, eyes wide, voice unsteady. “You just threatened something that edits reality. You realize what you’ve done?” Nyxara flexed her fingers, power still humming under her skin like a live wire. “I know,” she said, a fierce, quiet pride in her voice. “And it blinked.” Outside, thunder shattered the sky, roaring over a barren landscape where no storm should have formed. The world itself seemed to tremble at the echo of what had just transpired.

“That's terrific. You did a good job, Tom. And as usual, you should excuse us. There's something I want to talk to our King about.” “Hahaha, our king,” Tom teased. “Alright Alpha, your wish is my command.” As soon as Tom and the others left, I walked over to Arnold. “Hey, I'm sure you can hear me, so I'm just going to go straight to the point. Stark wants you released, and guess what? I told him that I'm not going to have you released. Then he promised to wage war on me if I don't get you released. In this situation, what do you think I should do?”

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

At Crystabel's Mansion, Anita was seated at the couch in the sitting room as she crossed her legs against each other and placed them on the little fancy couch that was round in shape as she concentrated on the television screen where she watched one of her favourite movies called Spartacus. She enjoyed every bit of it. It was her favourite movie and she loved it because the movie had 80% of erotica. Each scene was mind blowing. Despite the fact that she hated fighting movies, she never hated Spatacus. She Saw that movie as her training master. She could watch and see how each man satisfied themselves with any lady of their choice. She Saw How the men fucked the ladies real good. She also enj