Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

Her remaining human eye was flat, milky, and dead, staring right through me without a single spark of recognition. She raised her right arm. Her forearm split open with a mechanical whir, a heavy, high-frequency plasma blade sliding out from beneath her skin, hummed with a lethal, blinding blue energy. Beside her, the two Stalkers raised their rifles, their red targeting lasers dancing across the water before locking dead-center onto Dominic’s unmoving chest. Nora tilted her head, her voice escaping her throat through a synthetic, metallic vocoder that sounded like a distorted nightmare. "Target Alpha stabilized. Project Rebirth initiated. Terminate the male. Secure the asset."

“NO! No!” Eleand weakly knelt and vomited blood. Kharyn gently caressed his back while he punched the ground full of ash. The trees within the perimeter were burned as well, and there were no traces of Muhlerian Shadows. “Tell me this is not real!” He was still in denial. Eleand unbelievably stared at his hands, and his eyes moistened. “I-I killed Dad…and Erone, too.” His voice cracked. “Stop it, Eleand,” Kharyn said.

I ordered in a low voice. Gabriella’s behaviour was putting me on edge. That's dangerous for everyone around me, including myself. Stone cleared his throat and began, “Just like we've already revised in the contract you're holding— Have you read the last page?” Gabriella nodded, dropping the contract on her lap. I tried to ignore the smoothness of her thighs when her dress rode up a smudge. “Good.” Stone nodded before continuing. “StarRise is putting its top management team at your exclusive disposal. Offering an upfront payment of…”

I was the only one still looking like I wanted to scream. “Everyone here came the same way you did,” Nova whispered beside me. “We all fell. We all woke up. Some call it hell. I call it the Game.” “Why are we even here?” I hissed. Before He could answer, that same cold robotic voice filled the air again. “Welcome, participants, to Erevos System – Zone 1 . This is your new reality. You have been selected based on your choices, sins, and survival potential.” I felt my stomach churn.

Separate futures. Optional doors. Charles exhaled. “Maybe this is finally stable.” Subject One stared at him. “You shouldn't say things like that.” Charles frowned. “Why?” A warning immediately appeared. Subject One pointed. “That.” UNAUTHORIZED CONNECTION REQUEST Everyone groaned. Jonathan opened it. “One reality is requesting access.” “Which one?” Elena asked. “No identification.” Marcus's face hardened. “Reject it.” Lucas looked at him. “Why?” “Because every stable reality has a signature.”

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 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."

Like instinct. Draven's voice cut through the chaos. “You humiliated me, you think this is over?” A punch hit my rib. Another to my jaw. But then— cold. Sharp. A blade. Warm blood spread across my side. The world tilted. My vision blurred, gold flickering around the edge. My canines sharpened. Something in me snapped. My eyes burned. My fingers twitched. And suddenly they weren't fists anymore. My claws tore through my skin. The coppery scent of blood—mine— set my wolf free. I didn't shift fully, not here, but they saw.