Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

[Zielle Dukedom] Olivier handed Verena the papers, which contained the information she required. She read it carefully. "In other words, someone from the Orphic Empire, our neighboring Empire, appeared with only white eyes." Olivier explained as Verena nodded her head in understatement, continue to read the contents and found something unusual regarding the information. "... They're the Reverie clan, and they're only capable of using the water element...?" Her eyes widened in amazement as she studied it, recalling Valerian's use of the water element to heal her wounds.

Its size was 20 times larger than them. The 10 blue cultivators stepped back and threw their blue spirit energy towards Stark. Although Stark is strong, he can't handle 10 cultivators all at once now that his powers had decreased. Because he was at the Outer Realm. The blue cultivators took out their daggers as they threw it towards the Pale Hawk with their spirit energy on it. They threw a lot of daggers that pierced through Stark's wings. Blood flowed down and scars slowly revealed themselves. Stark just kept on firing water attributes to them, but it was not enough to kill all of them. Most of the blue cultivators were just injured because of his water attributes.

We were now in the era of the Second Genesis, and the first cry of the new world was going to be ours. ​The Ninth Peak is entering the Deep Static, a realm where reality is as thin as a shadow and memories can kill. As Elara tracks the "Prime" signal, she discovers that Sarah-Prime isn't just building a successor—she’s rebuilding Elara’s father, the man whose death started the entire Ninth Core rebellion. But is it a reunion or a trap designed to test Elara's final humanity?

The golden cracks on his palms were glowing with a steady, pulsating violet that smelled of ozone and rock-bursting char. "I can make the air quiet," Leo murmured. "No, Leo! Don't—" I was too late. He closed his eyes, and the first wave hit. It wasn't an explosion, but a heavy, localized suppression of reality. The violet light from Leo's palms trickled into the SUV’s electrical grid. The dashboard monitors flickered, the green lines stuttering in a desperate, syncopated rhythm. On the roof, the Stalkers were hit with a sphere of raw electromagnetic static. I heard the muffled pops as their optical masks fused to their faces, their silver-lined circuits frying their skin.

[The Void Absolute] Ang huling alabok ng kanyang pagkatao ay tuluyang tinangay ng nagngangalit na hangin na gawa sa malamig na kuryente, isang marahas na kawalan na nag-iwan sa aking kaluluwa na mag-isa at nanginginig sa dilim. The sacrifice of his remaining memories had left Dante standing before me as a blank, terrifying monolith—a hollowed-out god of absolute, unyielding obsidian energy. The man who had known my name, the billionaire who had ruined my universe just to claim it, was gone, leaving only a heartless machine with a singular, hard-coded command to protect my womb.

Mavric yelled amidst the gunfire. Liora crawled toward the central console. Dr. Vancroft tried to stop her with a scalpel, but Liora smashed her tactical tablet into the woman’s face, breaking her nose. With tears still flowing, Liora entered the 'Oblivion' command code she had prepared. "Goodbye, Mother. Forgive me," Liora whispered. The monitors displayed a massive data wipe process. The isolation tank holding Maria Valerius slowly lost power.

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.

"INTERESTING. RESISTANCE TO PREDETERMINED CONCLUSION. THIS EMOTIONAL RESPONSE VALIDATES PORTIONS OF MY HYPOTHESIS." "We're not validating anything," Xavier growled. "We're telling you no. You don't get to erase us." "YOU MISUNDERSTAND. CHOICE IS NOT OFFERED. I PROVIDE INFORMATION AS COURTESY. YOUR CYCLE CONCLUDES REGARDLESS." The Seven Reality Council manifested around us through Luna's Infinite Network. Stellara, Prime-7, Alpha-of-All-Forms, Lumina, Drift, the Mycelial Mind. All present. All understanding the threat.

"You mean the 'Real World.' The world where she’s dead and we’re in a coma." "Precisely," the Overseer said. "The perfect solution. You get your 'reality' back, and we get our energy back. Everyone wins." "Except us!" I roared. I lunged, the Grey Flame erupting from my body in a torrent of smoky light. I didn't aim for the Overseer; I aimed for the static around Sarah. I needed to stabilize her. I needed to write her into the world so she wasn't a "glitch" anymore.

The absolute, world shattering weight of Zara's whisper completely paralyzed the sprawling master stateroom of the stealth yacht. My cycle... Lucian, I am late. Lucian's massive, heavily corded frame did not just freeze; his entire apocalyptic reality violently, catastrophically shifted on its axis. The feral King of the American underworld stopped breathing. The billion dollar corporate betrayal, Darius Thorne, the Archangel every single threat existing outside the steel hull of the Sovereign's Ghost completely vanished from his mind.