The Purification Oblivion Novels & Stories

My vision began to blur as I felt all my energy drain. "Please let this be another nightmare," I told myself as everything began to fade along with my consciousness. The world around me became a hazy blur, the distant echoes of the battle fading into silence. The grip of the darkness I had summoned tightened, and I felt an unfamiliar heaviness settling over me. A voice, distant and indistinct, echoed a warning, but it seemed to come from a place far removed from my own reality. The aftermath of the dark magic left the once-threatening wolves lifeless and desiccated.

I needed to make a good first impression so I wanted to arrive at the office early and make sure everything was ready for my egotistical boss. I got to the office and had to take a step back just to look at how beautiful it was. It had a gothic sort of look to it but it was also updated with beautiful floor to ceiling windows; it actually took my breath away just looking at it. The gothic scenery made me think of how fitting this building was for Mr. McAlister, scary and mean goes pretty well with the building. I took the elevator to the fifteenth floor getting more nervous with each floor passing by. I wasn’t paying attention when I came off the elevator and ran right into what I thought wa

For some reason, this scared Kat more than the solid rocks, which were no longer being thrown. Their path was curving downwards now. Kat could see the rolling hills, the concentration of the blue mist, and the valley in which the souls of the Hallows floated aimlessly. Dominating the dark landscape was a large crater with spires around it. Its center was the purification of darkness, a stretch of black so thick and so opaque that it was pulling in the fog overhead and casting it behind a shadow. Sygnus. The void.

Including the factories around it. By now, Ibrahim and Ali were already in a safe space. They all knew better to be in the circle during the purification. They might not know what Shadow wanted to do, but they knew the meaning of this bubble. Indeed, only Shadow knew the best. “Can I start now?” Nathan knew instinctively by now. Shadow was only borrowing his mana to activate the massive purification circle. The spell was so complicated and time-consuming. Not many could handle all the memorization. The stronger the purification circle was, the more complicated it became. And, memorization would be so troublesome.

It dissolved into plumes of black smoke, which were purified into nothingness mid-air, not a single trace left behind. Eira tossed the now harmless pile of dry hay, all that was left of the poppet, straight into Vera’s face. “Open your damned eyes and look! This is purification power!” Eira’s gaze swept across the stunned elders, her voice ringing out with unshakable authority. “Could a dark sorceress purify dark energy?!” Dead silence.

It was the ultimate test of the Pact: could a man love a woman who was being forced to become a god? Before the Spire could finish the "Calibration," Félix and I retreated to the Lower Sanctum, the only place where the stone was still thick enough to act as a buffer. The room was dark, smelling of ozone and the ancient, dry smell of the First King’s tomb. I was shaking—a deep, rhythmic tremor that matched the Spire’s hum. "I can feel the 'Purity' coming back, Félix," I whispered, my voice flat and hollow. "It’s taking the 'Noise'. It’s taking the memory of the mud. It wants me to be the 'Ideal' again."

Closer this time. The ground actually shook. The lead Guardian lowered his weapon. Then spoke calmly. Almost casually. "The purification has begun." The world seemed to stop. Purification. Nobody liked that word. Nobody. Damon's stomach dropped. Because he knew exactly what it meant. Not rescue. Not evacuation. Not protection. Destruction. The Guardian confirmed it a second later. "Children deemed incompatible with Ascension are being removed." Silence. Then absolute silence. Because everyone understood. Removed. Killed.

A deliberate, electric contact. “Come. The journal awaits. The lily has given us a direction. Now we need a destination.” I followed him out of the solarium, the scent of flowers clinging to my skin. Gloria’s warning echoed in my mind. 'An obsession can be a shield, but it can also be a snare.' I had felt the walls of the snare from the beginning. But now, for the first time, I was beginning to see how I might weave my own threads into it. He thought he was the only one giving rewards.

Chains of pure energy bound his wrists. Lena stumbled forward, tears filling her eyes. “Elias—!” His eyes snapped open. Not green. Not gold. White. The purge itself stared at her through him. Sable stepped beside Lena, voice soft and satisfied. “Welcome home.” Elias’s voice echoed through the chamber—layered, distorted, and heartbreaking: “Lena…” She pressed a hand against the barrier, tears spilling. “Elias—I’m here…” But the purge inside him surged— and his scream shook the entire room.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.