Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

Rebecca's laughter echoed. "The game's far from over." Kael's smile grew. "Ruth's true potential is unleashed." Orion's eyes locked onto Ruth. "You're the key to reshaping reality." Erebus nodded. "The Legacy's secrets are yours to command." Ruth's eyes blazed with determination. "I'll forge my own destiny." The chamber trembled as Ruth's power surged. Reality's fabric began to unravel. Ava stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Ruth. "Stop this, Ruth."

As I pull at the darkness, the shocks intensify, but they actually get more pleasurable. I don’t understand, I can feel Athena now, faint, but excited. I forget about focusing on the pull, and focus on the pleasure instead. The shocks ease the soreness, fill me with warmth. I relax, letting my hands trail down his arm, before he lifts my head up and slams it into the floor. I hear a sickening crack, and everything goes black. I dream of a black ops team, sliding through a portal, into a cavern that does not trigger the warning system for King Lobo’s territory. I dream that Kira and Vashti, two high ranking officers, breach the well system for the territory. It leads everywhere, every home an

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

Black dots danced in my vision from the suddenness of the pain and I pressed my fingers hard into my temples, dropping the gun I stole. The pain from before was back—only worse. So much worse. The black dots grew in my vision and fear gripped me at the sudden blindness. I heard Gabriel’s footing cease and retreat back to me. “Suthard! What are you doing? Come on!” My head pressurized to the point where I could start to feel my limbs fail me. My body crashed onto the dirt road and I wasted no time letting the darkness encompass not only my sight, but all my senses. -

(Eve’s POV) Me in his arms. And him inside me… I swallowed hard, feeling the fire spreading through my core to every part of my body. Although Callahan had no recollection of what happened, the drugs seemed to be stuck in my blood. “Eve?” My eyes blinked rapidly, waking me up from daydreaming. “Huh?” “I’ve no choice, Eve,” he said, showing his phone screen. “My driver’s already in your place, so…” He tilted his head, his eyebrows raised.

Since you, who introduced me to this abysmal reality, should pay for what you've done. "I'm going to get rid of trashes like you, do you understand? I will give my all to survive in my next life, and if, in any case, I can't? I swear to fucking drag you down to hell with me. Let's suffer together in my next life, you filthy devil." Celestin still managed to smirk even though blood was spurting from her mouth at every word she utter.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

Marcus, “And Roe?” I paused. Me, “He’s not Thorne’s security anymore. He’s their contingency plan. If Damon falls, Roe burns the proof.” Marcus, “Then we need a new one.” By midnight, the city skyline burned in cold light. I opened my backup laptop, loaded a new file, an untouched mirror of the archive. Hidden in a digital vault under a name Damon would never search: VALE/OBLIVION And next to it, a handwritten message I’d found in my father’s old chessboard, hidden under the Queen’s square. “Control is temporary. Truth is patient.”

Elaia countered with memories of loss, betrayal, guilt—attempting to break Evryn’s emotional armor. But Evryn pushed forward. “You think becoming code makes you eternal,” she shouted, “but it makes you empty.” Elaia faltered. And in that moment, Evryn drove her energy forward—surging with every heartbeat, every memory, every mistake. The stars turned. The battlefield cracked. And Elaia screamed—silently—as light burst from her chest. The Root glitched. Reality shook. Then— Stillness. Evryn stood alone, in the void, breathing hard.