The Great Divide Oblivion Novels & Stories

I blink. Nothing. I blink again. Still nothing. Are my eyes even open? Looking around, everything is just black. No shades, no tones. No gradients. Just black. There are no lights to beckon me, no family to welcome me. Just a deep, never-ending darkness. I’ve changed my mind. Oblivion isn’t sweet. It’s unnerving. Wow. All the cultures that have gone before? They were all wrong. There are no jackal-headed gods waiting in a desert; no feasts in mighty halls; no Elysian fields or impatient ferrymen.

The Sovereign fire in my chest didn't flare; it sputtered and went out, leaving me cold and dangerously alone in my own head. ​The immediate danger passed as the energy was shunted into the deep archives, but the silence that followed was worse than the noise. The golden light didn't return. The sapphire sky stayed a bruised, sickly purple. I looked down at the student I had protected; he was breathing, but his eyes remained grey. He had survived the surge, but he had lost the connection that made him part of the whole. We had saved the body, but we had fractured the spirit. The forty-first year was supposed to be our zenith, but as I stood in the ruins of my infirmary, I realized it was the

If anything, everything seemed to be making the attachment stronger. And standing there in the courtyard, watching the woman I should never have loved struggle with the exact same realization, I understood something terrifying. Sister Lucia had been wrong about one thing. The consequences weren't in the future. They were already here. Because the moment two people become unable to imagine life without each other, something irreversible has already happened, and neither faith nor fear seemed capable of undoing it.

Gabriel waved his little index finger and continued his ‘dignified’ pose, Dion shook his head and glanced at the boar head character and his brother. Quite alike. * A call came through Vivian's phone, she had just finished taking her night swim when the call come through. "Yes?" The other side was silent, Vivian glanced at the unknown caller ID and hissed. "Look shithead if you're not gonna talk then hang up, I'm not gonna waste my precious breath on you," she cursed. After a while, a voice came through. "Done yapping?" Vivian gasped, "I didn't know it was you."

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

“They fought each other, deceived each other, slaughtered each other’s followers. The war began and ended as monstrous.” I felt cold. The images around us shimmered again, moving faster now. “The war raged until there was nothing left,” the priestess said softly. “Until the gods themselves perished in the fires they created. Their power shattered the universe into fragments. That was the Divide.” I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened painfully. “And the people…?” “They were lost. Scattered into the new realms, each one a shadow of what was.” My mind spun, struggling to piece together the enormity of it all. How long ago had this happened? L Thousands of years? Millions?

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.

Beta Vance had cleared away the dark sapphire markers of the Abyssal fleet, replacing them with a massive, jagged ridge of bone-white obsidian tokens that bisected the very center of the continental map—the Great Divide. The Great Divide was not a mere geographic boundary; it was a vertical wall of ancient granite and perpetual mountain storms that separated the known packs from the lawless, unmapped territories of the Eastern wild. The air inside the chamber was cold, thick with the scent of fresh copper ink, melted tallow, and the sharp, electric tension that always accompanied the joint presence of the monarchs. Natalia stood at the head of the table, her functional, form-fitting dark lea

He understood exactly what value every woman in his life held, and he knew perfectly well that I was the most obedient one. I was obedient enough to remarry him every single time after eight divorces. However, this time was different. As I held onto Ryland's arm, I glanced down at the flight information on my phone. Ryland, this is where we end. After confirming my departure time, I slipped my phone back into my purse. What I didn't notice was that Ryland had caught a glimpse of the screen. He smiled. "Are you really that eager to go to the Maldivis with me?" His arm tightened around my waist, his tone intimate and affectionate.

Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game. He left that office building thinking that it was all done and the work with this soul was all wrapped up. He was prepared to leave and move on to the next. However his was sorely mistaken. The money was direct deposited, never once did Abigail touch it. So the demonic energy that Greed spread all over it didn't affect her at all. Instead it dragged the soul of some unknown bank teller to hell. Daniel's work had just begun.