The Great Divide Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

What a petty old man. Someone tapped on the mic, drawing everyone's attention, "Good evening and welcome to the Grand ball event." Everyone smiled and applauded. "I would like to thank everyone for coming here today especially my business partners, investors and friends," Herod gestured to the VIP area. The glass separating them was one-way, people from outside couldn't see people sitting behind the glass but people behind it could see them on the outside. Vivian craned her neck searching for Damien but she couldn't find him, some ladies behind her seat started gossiping.

“You promised we’d stop all of this, Mavric. You promised we’d leave everything behind and become ordinary people. But every time you pick up that phone and check those messages, you bring that whole dangerous world crashing right back into this room with us. I want my husband back not the ruthless CEO of the Thorne Group who is always ready for war.” This was the beginning of what would later be known emotionally as The Great Divide. Even though they shared the same physical space, the heavy burden of shared secrets and deep‑seated trauma was slowly building a thin but solid wall between them. Mavric felt an overwhelming sense of duty to keep her safe at all costs, while Liora increasingly

I need less sleep. C: That's not scientifically accurate. A: And you're an engineering student now, not a silk weaver. Go to bed. A pause. Then: C: Fine. Goodnight, Adrian. Adrian. Not Professor Hale. Just Adrian. I should correct her. Re-establish the boundary. Instead I type: Goodnight, Céline. I set the phone down and walk to the window. Rain streaks the glass. The city is dark. Somewhere out there, a young woman with silk in her blood is falling asleep.

“No external signal until last night. Then? One burst. Just enough time to drop a name.” Cassian’s voice was a whisper. “What name?” Nova turned the screen. The word scrolled in white: OBLIGATE. Cassian stepped back like it struck him. Aria caught his wrist. “What is it?” He swallowed once. “It’s not a code. It’s a division. One no one was supposed to know existed.” Nova looked between them. “What did they do?” Cassian’s voice dropped. “They weren’t about suppression.” He met Aria’s eyes.

Aziz’s POV The obsidian veil opened and I moved through it. The obsidian dimension is a place humans cannot see, a seam between good and evil, where no light can shine to reveal our shadows. Humans can’t detect it. For me it is a road I run so often my feet remember the stones. Tonight I used it like a blade. Demon speed folds distance into a blink and turns the world into a blur of colors. My thoughts raced faster than my feet. White fur. White. How?

It was a sharp observation, but no one was going to find out about their betrayal, not while I was still setting my trap. “Focus more on yourself than on me, Logan,” I said with a light wink. “Remember, you’re still single.” He chuckled softly and nodded. “Thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot.” We shared a quick laugh, and I finally drove off. I had a lot of prep work to do tonight. Since both of my clients had rock-solid evidence and their spouses wanted a divorce anyway, the separations would be straightforward—I just needed to fight for their full rights. When I arrived home, my chest tightened at the sight of Nana in the kitchen making rice. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms

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

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.

Chapter 47: The Great Divide The frost of the northern basin began to thaw from the memory, replaced by the suffocating scent of dust, cracked leather, and the heavy friction of parchment being unrolled across the petrified cedar war table. The twin obsidian thrones remained stationary within the deep subterranean war room of the Citadel, but the parameters of their sovereignty had expanded far past the jagged shores of the Northern Shelf. 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.