Transcending Obscurity Novels & Stories

It tugs harder my hand and I slip, hitting my head on a blood-stained rock. “You have to keep going, Mel.” It finally releases my hand but the voice seems far away. “It’s hurts.” I cry out, laying on the muddy floor, blood dripping my fractured head with bruises covering my tiny hands. “Let’s go back.” I stretch my hand to the dark. “Take me back.” “I have to leave.” The voice gets further away. “They can’t catch me. I have to go.” “No. Take me back.” The blood on my head starts to flow into my eyes, making me blind. “Please.”

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

“Until the end… and beyond.” The obsession had become something greater than life itself.

Among them were both young and old, male and female. They moved forward at a steady pace, giving off the impression of a formidable army. Each step they took struck the hearts of everyone present. Drako was struck with horror, and his eyes widened in realization. He began to understand the terrifying truth—that above grandmasters were even more powerful beings known as transcendents. These individuals possessed unimaginable abilities and were beyond comparison to ordinary people. Each transcendent was a formidable figure capable of forming their own sects. In all of Dasovia, there were few transcendents, but at that moment, 108 of them were approaching.

In nomine sapientiae, claritas subveni, Lux in tenebris, cogitationes repugnant. Per viam obscuram, lux splendescit, Veritas efflorescit, confusionem regredit. Through veils of time, let clarity emerge, Ancient wisdom is unlocked, secrets converge. Emerge from shadows, mysteries untold, In this sacred union, clarity takes hold. Clara lux, fulgentia signa, Dissolve the fog, our minds enshrined. Emerge, truth's beacon, in this sacred dance,

"No. No, no! Even if I didn't transcend above the rest, there shouldn't be such a tremendous gap between us! It's a trick! That's how you beat me! Yes, that must be it!" Corus was screaming as he crawled out of the villa, and everyone looked on in disdain. Was that the legendary transcended one?

The Cost of Being Seen POV: Aidan There is a difference between observing something— And being acknowledged by it. We cross that line the moment it looks back. The point in space does not expand. Does not distort. Does not change in any visible way. But the shift is undeniable. Before, it existed. Now— It is aware. And more importantly— It is aware of us. “Maintain focus,” I say. My voice is steady. Controlled. Because anything else would make this worse.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Steve couldn't help but appreciate how cleverly the disc jockey had placed everyone at the dance in a position to be auctioned off. A lot of people would have not raised their hands if volunteers had been sought, but by asking them to move to an area, they would have had to be proactive in not participating. People too shy to participate would be reluctant to be seen removing themselves from the fray. Steve had already learned something useful for the future.