The Great Divide Oblivion Novels & Stories

Rowan asked. Harkan looked toward the West—past the mountains, past the ruins of the Council’s old empire, toward the **Great Dead Zone**. "There is a place where the threads never reached. A place so broken and barren that even the Aethel-Group didn't want to buy it. We call it the **Dust-Well**." "It's a death sentence," Rowan said. "It's a chance to be invisible," I said, looking at the silver scars on my arms. "And right now, being invisible is the only way we stay alive."

They channeled the energy. The entire Moon didn't shatter. It Blinked. In a massive, silent flash of white-gold light, the "Requiem of the Stars" was played. The "Oblivion" code was overwritten by the "Lullaby." The First Investor’s ghost was silenced forever, dissolved into the background radiation of the universe. The Epilogue: One Year Later The island on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge was no longer a jagged shard of black sand. It was a lush, green paradise—the New Eden, where the "Unsecured" had built a city that didn't use money, only "Contribution."

"She is my sister before she became yours and I won't give her back in your dirty hands... You want to start the war, let's do it. But note one thing, Volkov that Grace is our family, Queen of Italian mafia and you aren't seeing her face again..." With that he disconnected the call. "Fuck! " Vera flinched when he threw his phone across the room. "I am sorry, did I scare you? " "It's fine.. " She sighed when he pulled her in gentle hug. "Are you okay? " She asked while hugging him back. "At least they won't hurt her..." He sighed. "It will buy me some time to plan... " "Vlad, If she regains her memory then she will turn against you... "

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

But I still managed to navigate it But much later that night, I woke up to the sound of different noises in my head. Intensified voices and noises. I groaned, turning around the bed. I was hearing distant voices all at once. It was like my senses just got ten times more heightened and that was a bother. I tried to close it all off but a voice caught my attention. "Well, we have to finalize it." It was Marcus. "We need to contact the Hunters tomorrow. Those Lycans need to be wiped off the face of the land"

SILVANO The email trace had taken eleven days. Eleven days of Luca working through layers of obfuscation that had been constructed by someone who understood, with considerable sophistication, how digital trails were followed and how to make following them feel like progress while actually delivering nothing. Three redirects through private servers in jurisdictions that didn't cooperate with standard information requests. Two dead ends that had been placed deliberately — not failures of the trace but architecture, the specific design of a man who anticipated pursuit and built false floors into the structure to absorb it.

Ivana's chest tightened as he looked over her,his gaze like a predator observing a prey. "Come to the tomb," he whispered, his eyes burning brighter, his words "Alone." The ground trembled beneath her feet, stone cracking apart as the shadows seemed to drag her downward. Ivana gasped, reaching out—but the man only smirked, fading into the darkness as his voice echoed one last time: "Come… before it's too late." Ivana woke up with a gasp,Eric groaned awake, rubbing his eyes. "Morning already?" He squinted at the sun climbing the horizon. "Feels like we barely slept."

The woman staring back at me wasn’t Anastasiya Van Houten anymore… I was Valencia. She gave me her life. I had spent my entire life knowing exactly who I was. I had defined myself by the mission, by the kill. Relishing in the darkness like a demon. But now? I was something worse. Something stronger. My heart hardened. Malcom Reece had taken everything from us. And every single person who had played a part in our suffering—in Valencia’s suffering—would pay dearly. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only retribution. Valencia watched me for a long moment before she stood up, extending her hand to help me up.

They were black and empty. I have seen those eyes before but where?