Oblivion Stories

They never die. So they never learned how to remember. Sehl is a surveyor of the Iruveth, a deathless people who made a bargain long ago to survive forever: keep almost nothing, and the weight of it can never stop you where you stand. He crosses the dark cataloguing the graves of civilizations, confirming each ending, recording a number, moving on. Then a dead world reaches for him first, a small grey planet that flung a greeting past the edge of everything it knew, on the chance that someone would come. What Sehl finds there is a mortal species that spent its brief life building the one thing his kind spends eternity refusing to do. They died. And they would not be forgotten. An alien-perspective story of deep time and memory, told through the eyes of the immortal who arrived too late to save them, and far too late to forget them.

。・゜・ 'What I fear is what brings me comfort, because Hydra made me that way.' . Captured by the Avengers, Acrasia wants to go home, back to Hydra, back to her owners. Treated like an animal, a possession, an asset for as long as she can remember- The teenage subject SHIELD found buried in the files from one of the last remaining bases is rescued at last. But that means she must learn to step out of the oblivion, and to the world she didn't want to meet. Will she forget her training? Or continue to obey the orders given to her many years ago, by the infamous winter soldier. ｡☣︎°‧ . highest rankings:: #1 in 'marvelfanfiction' #1 in 'oblivion' #5 in 'mental' #9 in 'civilwar'

Sotha Sil, Seht, the Father of Mysteries, God-King of Morrowind. The most mysterious of the Tribunal, Sotha Sil lived a life of secrecy, his face rarely seen when compared to Vivec of Almalexia. Who was he in his mortal life? How did he deal with ascension? Read Memories of a Clockmaker to find out... Memories of a Clockmaker will be written in 3 acts. Act 1 will cover Sil's mortal life at Ald Sotha, his friendship with Nerevar, his relationship with Almalexia and the events leading up to the Battle of Red Mountain where the Tribunal ascend to Godhood. Act 2 will tell the story of a living God. How he trained young Psijic Order Mages, how he struck the Coldharbor Compact with the Daedric Princes and how he ruled allongside Vivec and Almalexia. Act 3 will mark the end of Sotha Sil's life. Since the moment of ascension he knew when it all would end. What happened in the last few years of Sil's life? Who or what is Memory and why does it matter?

What do you do when you have the hotties for one of your closest friends? Ava and Danny have been friends for a long time, and now they take a step forward and exit the "friend-zone" As they develop feelings for each other, everything seems to be fine and in the direction. But, a new evil lurks in the shadows; Oblivion. He threatens to reveal their identeties, but will prevent the event for the price of Kun Lun, the kingdom Iron Fist rules over. What choises are to be made, and what are to be lost? FIND OUT, ONLY ON WATTPAD.

Corella is an 11 year old girl who lives in Cheydinhal with her guardian. She lives a normal life, training to protect herself and sharpening her skills. But when she is initiated into a group of assassins, her whole world turns upside-down as she discovers a whole new side of herself she never knew existed, and searches for answers about her parents. WARNING: This story is highly recommended to read on computer, NOT on mobile because of the fonts I use. However, I will provide mobile support in the inline comments when I can. When commenting, please comment on the translation comment, not the section itself.

This is my own version of infinity war where thanos gets a gauntlet called the oblivion gauntlet, this is my own story line, so hope you enjoy

A Saliheeus was born into slavery he was always forced to work and he never knew why.

Michelle is the youngest of three. She lives with her two sisters and her mother. She has a normal life in the big city of Fort Worth. That is, until suspicion starts arising. Her best friend Faye has become paranoid because she feels as if she is being watched. Everyone is saying that it's a figment of Faye's imagination, but Michelle knows something is wrong. Michelle begins her personal investigation, trusting that Faye will secure the details. The situation escalades as Michelle's family is now getting the feeling that they are also being looked upon. Will Michelle be able to reveal the secrets behind the suspicion, or will the eyes go unknown due to the oblivion that they all fear? Oblivious

Lord Quetzalcoatl strode down the corridor, his claws clicking on the tile. Guards bowed to him as he swept through, repeating the ancient law that all dragons were royalty, and deserved to be treated with respect. The Lord reached a fine talon out and rapped on the King's door. "Come in." The King called out. The door in front of Lord Quetzalcoatl swung open with a clang, and the dragon maneuvered himself delicately into the room. The King stood, and bowed. "Lord Quetzalcoatl, whatever do I owe the pleasure?" King asked. The dragon flared his nostrils. "King, it has come to my attention that your son, the Prince Ladron, has murdered one of my folk." The King looked around the room, panicked. "And did you find out why?" King asked. Quetzalcoatl flicked his tail, then reached out with a talon and tore the Lord's amulet off of the King's neck. "The reason does not matter, King. But hear this: The Lords and Ladies are withdrawing themselves from your country. The amulets will vanish, along with any blessing or gift. Your son has violated the peace treaty. If anyone follows, or attacks us, I swear on my dead sister, then your country will no longer have any living human as long as the dragons walk this earth. Good day, Sire." And with that, Quetzalcoatl strode from the room, fire flaring from his nose. "Bring me my son." The King demanded to a guard. The guard nodded, and returned with Ladron. With a single sweep of his sword, the King beheaded his son. "He violated the treaty." The King said to the room. "The penalty for that has always been death. And it always shall be."  The dragons removed their peace treaty from the humans and withdrew themselves from society, taking with them the magic Lord's and Lady's amulets, the dragon-gift tokens that bestowed magic and long life upon the wearer. But then Samara Draco-Filia is given one as a gift. How is it she has one?

"Be careful what you wish for, Michael. You never know who or what might be listening." It's 1995 and a young Micheal had left home to become a writer. Unfortunately, his own stories don't get published. Clever as he is, he found a way to make money with guidebooks and travels through Europe. Like all big changes, his life changes when he encounters an mysterious gentlemen and an mysterious entity that bring a new meaning to his own existence. Will Michael's curiosity and search for inspiration be too much for him? Or will his mortality keep him on edge in a world where Death is foreign. ------------------------------------ Author's note: When I found my first unfinished manuscript on a old computer, it put a smile on my face. I was right back to my younger days, sitting in my childhood room. A dyslectic 14 year old behind her computer, figuring out how she could make this over the top narrative work. The spelling was dreadful, the grammar hilariously bad and the dialog cringey as hell. Still, I made it to 62.795 words before I stopped due to teenage insecurities. And reading it between the lines and remembering the plot, I thought. Huh, the plot wasn't that dreadful for a 14 going-on 15 year old. Not great or even the possibility for great potential, but good enough to be considered entertaining. 'Why did I stop?' I thought. Writing is a skill to be learned and I am sharing my learning process as I mosey along. So in short: This will be the uncut second draft of my book from 18 years ago as of now. And I am sharing it online for everyone to see. So everyone can see my process, my bad grammar and my honest attempt to become a better writer. If you have tips, or something grinds your gears, or you just think it's a plot hole to many. Here's your chance to be an editor and come along on my writing journey. ALSO, all illustrations are created by myself and carry spoilers. Can you discover them?

Imagine yourself, in space. A place where only a few ever got the opportunity to experience. A place where the limit of possibilities is up to your imagination. Only a few would think that somehow space could be a place of such distort.

This is what's inside the mind of a 17 year old girl.

[Marvel Fanfiction. There will be some Stephen Strange x OC, some Thor x OC, some Wanda x OC, but especially some Hyperion x OC] Calypso Ortiz didn't necessarily have a normal childhood growing up. In fact, it was anything but. Her mother would tell her that the moment she was born, the world stood still. Not a single wave crashed, there was not a strike of lightning. However, what her mother failed to reveal to her was something much, much darker. She had always known she was different from the other kids in her village; given, having a mother with psychokinetic powers, you're bound to be different. However, she wasn't aware what dangers faced her for being different and even greater than that, she didn't know how much of a danger she'd be to others. On a quest of love, loss, revenge, and discovering the purpose that was laid out for her before she was even born, Calypso fears she may not only lose herself, but her humanity.

Unwanted from the beginning, forgotten in the end. This is the story of a twin who lived in his brother's shadow for eternity....... When he found out that he had a brother. Cast out as a dragonet, Oblivion lived alone most of his life, until it happened.......

As the world nears the end, two out of many lovers last words and last actions are known

Little thoughts I write here and there, sad and annoying (mostly annoying if you want my opinion) If you're a weirdo, a bit depressed and very antisocial you're gonna like it, a least I hope I looove sarcasm so if I say something that seems mean, it's probably not against you Also, English is not my birth language so if my grammar is bad don't hesitate to tell me, I'd be glad to improve myself

There are a lot of cool poems that I have come across while playing the Elder Scrolls games so I decided to collect them all in one place. They will be from Skyrim and Online mostly but also maybe some from Morrowind and Oblivion. I did not author and do not own any of the works here, I only collect and copy them.