Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

You need to fight it right now, or we'll lose! The golden eyes of Thorne shrunk. "It's energy, it's pure chaos!" Get past the Crescent Moon! Then you can live!" Draven looked right at me with his dark blue eyes. "Moonbound..." "Wake up completely, or we will all die. Have faith in yourself." As the Heart of Oblivion grew and took over the night, red, silver, and black sparks flew through the trees. My chest hurt and my body shook, but my will was stronger than my fear.

They didn't move like people; they moved with a terrifying, synchronized precision. And in the center of their formation was a vehicle that looked like a giant, metallic spider. It hummed with a low, bone-shaking frequency. "What is a 'Reality Anchor'?" Elara asked, her voice trembling. "It’s a machine that forces the world to stay 'Normal,'" Leo explained, his face grim. "The Aethel-Group knows you can write the world, Kaima. That machine is designed to 'Erase' your writing as soon as you do it. It’s a giant, physical Undo button."

Waiting. The battlefield felt colder instantly. Raven tightened her grip on her sword. "What is that?" The Sovereign answered. And for the first time since Ethan met the ancient entity— Fear existed in its voice. "The Origin of Collapse." The shadow moved. One step. Reality cracked. One simple step. And thousands of fractures exploded across dimensions. The Devourer screamed. Not attacking. Suffering. Its enormous eye trembled while dead realities began peeling away from its body like pieces of flesh.

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.

Trying to get it off me, I don't want him near me! "Don't touch me!" I spit at him and lean my head on the wall when my vision gets blurry. I try to fight it as much as I can but it's a lost cause. Black spots start to dance in front of my eyes before it all become black. The last thing I register is his scent calming my senses before I give in to the darkness!

I also told him who was the one who feed me lies, he took my phone, made a call and he fired him. "I love you, Stefan." I said before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I've missed your lips so much." "So did I, baby girl." He pecked my lips. "So, I have two news. The first is the band of skulls mask are dead, there was a massive fire in the outskirts of the city and that's where they were hiding. I'm guessing your ex was involved with them. Too much coincidence that all of them were hiding there." I told him.

The stalker needed no go-ahead command, he placed the active chain saw on the edge of the man’s right arm, screams filled the alleyway, accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, tears rolled down my checks and my heart was beating, I had no idea why I was crying, he deserved it but the pain… The chainsaw was cutting through his bone and flesh 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, his right arm dropped on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, the stalker's face didn’t look like his anger was reducing if anything, it increased, badly.

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.

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."