The Purification Oblivion Novels & Stories

Idamus then pointed over to the gateway sigil and a light arch moved across the room from the array to the gateway flaring in brightness before the light show went out and the array was etched into the floor under Scott’s chair with a bridging mark joining it to the gateway. Idamus gave Scott a hefty look. “Do not move from that chair, if you try to cross the sigil you will be burned.” Scott tried to speak, holding his throat and rasping at them. “No one cares, you made your bed now lie in it!” Ruben spat harshly, turning away from him and regarding Idamus. “Now for me…” Idamus nodded, giving Scott a sideways look of pity before starting to concentrate on the purification spells upon Ruben.

Greg tried to protest but Ashely stared at him and he wasn’t able to say anything in front of Ashley. Ashley patted his shoulder and said, “they are at the beginning stages of the corruption, the corruption has not taken over them Greg so you can relax there is an eight percent chance to save them.” Greg looked at her with hope and said, “really alpha? Corruption can be cured?” Ashley nodded, “yes it can be, and since I was able to see those signs at first go we know how to handle it, a pure-blood witch is the one who is going to do the purification process this is just a piece of cake for her.”

Elara called, kneeling beside her and shaking her shoulders. There was no cognitive response. Arabella’s eyes fluttered open, but they were unfocused, drowning in a chemical haze. To her, Elara was nothing but an angelic, crimson blur calling from across a vast distance. Arabella reached out a hand, her limbs weak and sluggish. The heat was too much—it seared through her skin and pooled in her veins like molten lead. Instinctively, she began to claw at the neckline of her own gown, seeking a relief that wouldn't come.

“Your emotions are all over the place.” He moved closer, his alpha presence wrapping around me like a shield. I leaned into him, grateful for the anchor as the nexus continued pulsing with energy. On my other side, Zane let out a startled curse. “Guys, look at the ground.” New growth was sprouting everywhere — grass pushing through cracks in the ancient stones, small flowers blooming in impossible colors. The air itself felt different, charged with the kind of vital energy I usually only felt during full moons. “The purification is spreading,” I realized. “It's healing all the corruption Azrael left behind.”

“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.

“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