The Great Divide Oblivion Novels & Stories

22. AVETHANDWA SISULU Yesterday, after we came back from the long drive we went our separate ways. I wanted to think so I changed my clothes and walked to the studio to dance the thoughts away. Even today as I get ready for my first day at work. I still think of how my feelings for Bangizwe are still intact. It's like I was in a movie and now I'm just in disbelief but it really happened. Bangizwe owns a garden full of poisonous plants and that's not even worse. He's a murderer. I honestly think a part of me is okay with this because I'm justifying his murders. Look at my dad, he killed my mom while trying to protect me. Does that make him a bad person? If I can forgive my dad, I can forgive

He smoothed my hair as he muttered, “It’s ok Emilia, you’re doing such a good job, everything’s going to be ok.” I felt my eyelids drift closed as I sat slumped against this man. I chided myself for ever thinking I had been anything more than a meal to him. That’s the way it was in the supernatural world. Humans were at the bottom of the food chain. My silent tears had soaked Eskal’s shirt. I couldn’t bring myself to care as I felt myself let go and slip into darkness.

From the sheer weight of the frequency Maya was emitting. "Maya, wait!" Malakai shouted. But she was gone. Not a blur. She just wasn't there anymore. A hole had been torn in the air where she’d been standing—a jagged, violet rip that showed a world of white trees and red water. The baby in the vestry began to scream. Victor looked at the rip in the air. He looked at his human hands. He looked at Elodie. "The divide is gone," Victor whispered. "No," Elodie said, her face pale as a sheet. "It just moved."

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?

He laid out the broken fragments carefully: a shard of obsidian marked with a spiral, a water-worn bone whistle, a severed braid of hair tied with red string. “These were buried beneath the old altar. The elders called them Marks of Division. Tokens of sacrifice, meant to keep the bloodlines separate.” He looked up at them, his voice low. “If the Seed was meant to unify something, then the cult was built to ensure that unity never comes.” Clara knelt opposite him. “How do we stop them?” Elias hesitated, then held up the whistle. “This opens the path. Not just through the forest—but through memory. Blood memory. Someone will have to go into the core. Into what came before.”

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

But then Thorne looked around at Sarah's team, looked directly at the camera, directly at me, and smiled. "This isn't over, Debbie," he said, his voice calm and cold. "You can kill me, you can kill all of us, but the Circle will never die. We're everywhere, in every city, in every government, in every boardroom. You can't cut off the head because there is no head, just a thousand snakes, and we'll keep coming until you're in the ground." He raised his gun, not at Anabel, but at his own head. "No!" I screamed, but it was too late.

Cillian Vandeer Hawthorne was a man of impossibly high expectations, and his opinion of Jaxon had never been particularly high. This debacle wouldn’t help. He refused to touch the topic of Penelope. “Let him think whatever he wants,” Jaxon muttered. “I’ll deal with him when I’m ready.” Gabriel laughed softly. “Right. Because that’s worked so well for you in the past.” Jaxon let out an exasperated sigh, one that showed just how tired he was. “Why are you here, Gabriel? Don't you have better things to do? Like overseeing Canada?” “Tokyo division called me first,” Gabriel said, stretching out like he owned the car. “Something about an ‘unusual systems alert.’ Figured I’d keep an eye on things w

The road was perfectly lit and my house was in sight. “Have your parents returned from a trip?” I asked. “No not yet. My sister and I are still alone and that is why I feel that the house is a bit big for us.” “When they return you will feel more comfortable.” “You're right.” At that moment I remembered that my cell phone was off and I stopped for a moment to change my number, I took out my old chip and ruthlessly split it in two, Ezra's eyes widened and he started to laugh. How aggressive Kim.

From then on, I had no choice but to turn a blind eye to the matter. Today, however, I was acting so boldly because of my rebirth. In my past life, on this very day, Summer and Jean had gone to the market after putting something to cook in the oven. I'd gone out with a friend to buy some things. When I returned, the dorm was already on fire. Summer had been terrified at the sight of the flames. She'd muttered to Jean, "How could this happen? Nothing's ever gone wrong with that oven." Jean was more terrified than her. She'd trembled all over. "I-I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the oven."