The Great Divide Oblivion Novels & Stories

For placement. Morgan kneels carefully. “This isn’t rupture.” “No,” Lilith says. “It’s division.” She steps forward and gestures toward the two alcoves. “One was amplification.” She gestures to the other. “One was stabilization.” My pulse pounds. “This wasn’t chaos.” “No.” “It was intentional separation.” “Yes.” “And Northfall happened when two carriers attempted to bypass the division.” Lilith nods. “They believed unity required immediacy.” “And they were wrong.” “Yes.” Silence settles in the chamber.

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

The First extended their hand—and the ice behind them split open, revealing darkness beneath. Not shadow. Not water. A void. A gate without a door. A mouth without a face. Lyra’s breath hitched. “What is that?” “The Divide.” The First’s voice held something like reverence. “Where the dead wait for the living to falter.” Cassian dragged himself upright, face pale. “Okay, nope. Absolutely not. We are not doing ghost limbo today.” The First ignored him again. “This circle will break only when you choose.”

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."

"There is nothing much to say, really. I can see that Imman is happy with you and I could not be a liar if I say that I am not envious. If only I could change the past, then I will never do such a hideous thing and perhaps Imman could have married me, instead! But enough of the past. Again, Imman, I am so sorry! I heard that your marriage with Daniella Ruiz is being annulled and you are soon to marry the mother of your son...well...congratulations and pardon my intrusion on your dining. My conscience is killing me! I have done you wrong and the baby..." "I have forgiven you, Nadia! We could never go back to the past and undo what happened. Thank you for the good memories we had shared togeth

Her eyes blazed with power. She had awakened. Ronan choked. “No…” Diva lifted her hand. And the world erupted. A wave of energy rushed outward, blinding, unstoppable. The darkness shattered. Ronan’s scream tore through the air—agony, finality. Then— He was gone. Silence. It was over. Diva collapsed. I caught her before she hit the ground. Her body trembled, exhausted. But her eyes— Her eyes were hers again. She looked up at me, lips trembling.

The Engineering of Silence "We’re crossing the 'Great Divide' in five minutes," Damian’s voice crackled through the hard-wired intercom. "The New Geneva 'Aegis' field is active. If we show even a flicker of digital 'Data-Noise,' the orbital slugs will be on us before we hit the treeline."

The kind that presses against your skin. Mara stopped walking. “We’re close.” Edward nodded, scanning the horizon. “The Divide begins just past that ridge.” I followed his gaze and felt my stomach twist. Beyond the ridge, the world seemed to split in two—a vast chasm cutting through the land like a wound. The edges burned faintly red, and strange motes of light drifted up from the depths. “That’s where the ritual has to happen,” he said. “It looks like it eats everything,” I murmured.

"David was furious. He returned to the estate with his men and gave Adeline a severe beating as a warning. That's what left her paralyzed." "Adeline is paralyzed?" I asked in astonishment, to which the old lady nodded with a satisfied smile. "David did it deliberately. So Celine resents her father for it. Hmph! David ended up betraying his family, tearing them apart inside and out. Now, all he can do is live in remorse." "It seems Atlas doesn't have a good relationship with his grandfather either. He's never mentioned him to me," I said.

Her indifferent attitude only seemed to make his gaze sharper. "Natalie, no man from the Johnson family has ever divorced; there have only been widowers." Natalie trembled slightly. She looked into the man's eyes, which were filled with complex emotions and anger. So, was this the reason he had burned her to death in her past life? With a trace of coldness in her eyes, she said, "Fine. Either you can be the first divorcee in your family, or you can go to hell!" Cedric was speechless.