The Purification Oblivion Novels & Stories

“We’re going to have a lifetime, Adrian. Just us.” Adrian nodded, his breath shaky, but a smile—genuine, unaware of the subtle manipulation—spread across his face. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Evan’s shoulder, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath. He didn’t question, didn’t analyze. He just… felt. Evan’s hands roamed lightly over his back, settling possessively. He whispered soft promises, caressing Adrian like he was both fragile and entirely his. And Adrian—completely oblivious—let himself melt into it, trusting, surrendering, thinking it was love freely given when every moment had been orchestrated.

It was gentle but firm, full of the authority of those who had walked before me. “You are of our blood,” they said, “and it has awakened. But it is not yours to keep. You were never meant to use it fully. What surged through you was forced by the circumstances around you, by others, not by your will. If you wish to return to the life you desire, to be human again, you must sever the connection entirely. You must perform the purification. You must burn everything that binds you to us.” I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of what they said press into my chest. “All the books?” I asked, voice shaking slightly. “Every page?”

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”

He said, asserting his dominance by his overflowing knowledge of power, casting a spell from his book to lift Hizerl’s curse. “Glory of faith, purge all stains, don’t let thy life pass in vain- Holy Purification.”

In that stolen moment, there was only the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, a connection that defied reason and the boundaries of the living world. As he pulled away, the room grew colder, and I was left in a state of yearning and confusion. Hayden whispered words I couldn't quite grasp, promises and secrets that left me both exhilarated and bewildered. And then, as quickly as he had come, he faded into the shadows, leaving me alone in the darkness.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ - - - - - TWO WEEKS LATER - - - - - Colton was moving around the house in a wheelchair. It wasn’t permanent, he was going through physical therapy and the physician said he was making great progress. It would take more time before he could go back to how he used to be, so in the meantime, Colton was building an army. He spent all of his waking moments planning to destroy Raphael Rothschild and Henri Ascott. This was his only purpose for living now. He knew it was impossible to win Sierra back after what he did, so his only mission now was to fulfill his destiny.

I've seen the sunset countless times, but I've never felt this deep way of pleasure by looking at this, maybe I'm in a deep sorrow, that's why I'm finding this depth of pleasure in this simple scenery today. If clear had a smell, this would be it. I’m convinced I’ve never inhaled purer breaths than the ones I’m inhaling now. I close my eyes and breathe in as much of it as I can. There’s something about the saltiness of the air that feels forgiving as it mixes with the sorrow filled air still clinging to the walls of my lungs. The breeze whips my hair around, so I grab it in my hands and twist it, then secure it with the rubber band I’ve had on my wrist all day.

“But the tragedy in the Forbidden Forest has changed everything. Physical purity alone is no longer enough!” The students looked at each other, just as confused as I was. “We have seen how parasitic mutations can hide beneath perfect-looking skin… feeding on their host from within without being detected.” My blood ran cold. Far colder than the snow beneath my feet. Alaric, who had been watching me suspiciously, now turned toward Alpha Ezra, his brow deeply furrowed. “That is why,” Alpha Ezra continued, his tone sharpening, “the Council has agreed to enforce a new requirement in this year’s Purification Ritual. To prove there is no infection hidden in your blood, you will undergo a Sacred Inc

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

Her eyes were dull, the light flickering out like a dying candle. "Stay down, Vic," Aris whispered, his voice vibrating through the floor. "The process is almost complete. Once her marrow stabilizes our decay, we can begin the purge. We will wipe the surface clean of the dilutions. We will start over with the pure sequence. You should be honored. Your line will be the foundation of a new world." "Fuck... your... world." Victor crawled, dragging his useless legs toward the central console. His fingers gripped the edge of a cable. "Elodie! Fight it! Don't let him take it!"