The Great Divide Oblivion Novels & Stories

POV DARLENE The Great Divide was not just a sea; it was a liquid graveyard of lost memories. As the Grey Pack’s starlight-vessels cut through the churning, violet waves toward the Eastern Continent, the air grew thick with a scent I hadn't smelled since the day of my rejection: the cloying, funeral sweetness of winter lilies and fresh-pressed silver.

He called it the Eternity Project, and a great wall of maurium was erected to denote the borders of the new capital, the east gate being sealed to prevent a returning to the old capital and its ruins, and all was peace in Altruon. Even so, a war is raging in the north against Obed, an old enemy of Altruon, whose people have fought them throughout their history. Though, in times of battle there is an opportunity for heroism and men of merit to rise in the eyes of the people of the nations they call home. One such man is a celebrated colonel, a man whose own descent is that of Obed. His name is Tyberion Ibori, and he is the father of a beautiful young girl who, in his absence, has become a blo

He whispered. Nemyra’s voice was low when she spoke, her hand tightening around his. “This is the other side of the Tower of Oblivion. We call it The Silent Land. It is where the vanishing gods go… to fade quietly. To wait for their end.” Before Prince Ron could respond, a sharp, agonized cry split the silence. One of the gods—a woman with thin strands of grey hair weakly clinging to her scalp, fell to her knees. She sobbed violently, her cries echoing across the empty sky. “No… no… not yet… please, not yet.”

He shouted coldly, "Yes! I slept with her! And yes, I like her! If you can’t take it, then get out! The divorce papers are ready whenever you want to sign them, Sofia!" The boardroom fell into a deathly silence. I stared at this stranger and screamed back hysterically, "Why should I divorce you?! Why should I make it easy for you and that hypocritical bitch?! "Dante, I want you and her to carry the stigma of adultery for the rest of your lives! You will never be forgiven in the eyes of God!"

A single line of jagged, bleeding text materialized in her mind, accompanied by a deafening mechanical screech that drowned out the crashing waves. [SYSTEM REBOOT INITIATED.] [Warning: Emergency neural restart requires absolute biological sacrifice.] [To reactivate master architecture and deploy lethal countermeasures, Host must surrender fifty percent of remaining cardiac function.] [Do you accept the Blood Covenant?]

As long as Ray kept watch with spatial perception, he could simply wait. After they'd exhausted themselves digging their way out, he would simply greet them with rebar bullets and Spatial Severing. Or even a spatial portal opened right at the mouth of the pit they crawled out of. If the underground section were badly damaged, it might even split the ability users apart, forcing them to dig upward separately instead of joining forces. Divide and conquer. That would eliminate his disadvantage of being outnumbered. And if their abilities weren't suited for digging and they chose to stay underground? Even better. He would block the ventilation shafts and let them suffocate.

But I couldn’t bear to leave my daughter, and I felt I didn’t deserve Austen’s deep affection, so I declined re-entering Cambridge. But he didn’t give up on me, sending me those confidential documents every day. He said he hoped that when I finally awake, I would easily embrace the world. Finally, I was moved and decided to divorce and live a bright life again with my daughter. It was at that moment that my nightmare appeared. Gilbert secretly transplanted my daughter’s heart to Bessie and another man’s daughter. My poor daughter died tragically on the operating table, without anyone even glancing at her.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the sting of humiliation and anger burning through me. Was this really necessary? I glared at him, my heart rising angrily but he stared at me unfazed. “Oh my God,” Yvonne gasped in fake shock and I shot her a glare. “Shut your mouth Yvonne,” I snapped “Don’t talk to her like that,” Dad said and I snapped my mouth shut. My father's gaze bore into me, his expression unyielding as he said, "I forbid you from having any sort of interaction with him again, Lora. You will sever all ties with this Lycan and never speak to him again. Do you understand?"

Put up the Libras and you have an army of mercenaries at your beck and call. Their headquarters was underground, in fact, they hollowed out entire mountains to make their secret base; the base was in the Great Divide Mountain range. They called the mountain that because along with the black plains it acts as a buffer or divider that separated intelligent life-forms and civilizations from the wild and untamed wilderness.

"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... "