Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

Then he whispered with difficulty: “The council has started moving, Gabriel.” Gabriel’s hand paused for a moment. Just a moment. And that was enough. The man’s smile widened. “You really thought you could hide her forever?” Silence fell. A heavy silence. Then— Gabriel slowly opened his eyes. And in the next moment… A massive black aura exploded around him. A terrifying pressure engulfed the entire place. Even the sky above the garden began to crack with thin black lines. The man’s eyes widened in shock. “You… have you lost your mind?!”

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.

And each step feeling like you are crossing a battlefield towards the enemy that killed someone you love. Fenrir is silent, watching and waiting. I reach the vehicle, gripping the edge of the tarp, the fabric is rough under my gloves, and it is damp with years of neglect. For a second, my hand hesitates. Then I rip it off. The sound of tarp rolling through the yard. As I let the tarp collapse to the floor. And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself.

"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.

“We will show you,” I said. “But not just our memories. Not just our experiences. We show you the pack. The real pack. The living, breathing, existing pack. You see them directly. You feel them directly. You understand them directly. No filters. No interpretations. No manipulations. Just truth. Just reality. Just existence as it truly is.” “How? I cannot leave this realm. Cannot enter reality without becoming reality. Cannot experience without contaminating my nothing.” The First Dark pulled back. Afraid again. Uncertain. “You ask the impossible.”

Once they arrived at the old abandoned factory, Ornais and Daniel got out and the taxi driver drove off as fast as he could without looking back. “Well that was…..” Ornais started. “Fucking weird.” Daniel finished. Ornias waited outside the abandoned factory building,Daniel was dragging his feet. He walked in, his head low, he came face to face with Wrath. He was a fairly good looking guy. Tall and blond haired, covered in tattoos and wearing a muscle shirt as if he was trying to prove he was the baddest person in the room. Still he was no match for Daniel. "Now don't you try anything Daniel. Pride and Vanity are off limits. Understand?" He explained.

My heart squeezed painfully in my chest and I clenched my fist, my nails breaking the skin on my palms. Dawn had been here, but she wasn't anymore. Masika and Alaric had doubled crossed me once more. They probably planned the whole thing together, since getting me and my mate on the island would guarantee them a smooth successful sacrifice that would grant them the ability to be able to summon their legion of dead armies. The thought made my blood boil in my veins. Turning in my fury, I rushed at her, my hands wrapping around her throat, and without blinking, I slammed her against the wall, the impact of it causing cracks in the plaster of the house.