Oblivion Stories

In a world where superpowers-quirks-define worth, Izuku Midoriya was born powerless. But when a single word tears through the sky and shatters a villain into mist, Izuku awakens to a truth buried beneath centuries of forgetting: he is Dragonborn, last of the Septim bloodline, chosen not by mutation, but by destiny. Quirks are not gifts. They are Daedric corruption-spiritual mutations seeded to divide, distort, and consume. Magik, long dismissed as myth or heresy, is the breath of the Nine Divines: healing, harmonizing, remembering. And Izuku is its mortal vessel. As Izuku begins to sense Daedric influence in his classmates, he faces a choice: intervene and risk alienation, or remain silent and watch the world fracture. With each divine word he speaks, he reshapes the meaning of heroism, challenges the foundations of society, and draws the attention of forces-both mortal and divine-that fear what he might become.

A collection of oneshots for the Elder Scrolls series. Requests are open! I will write any ship, character, or reader insert.

Jimmy Casket, the world's most renowned murderer is out for revenge. Aiming to take the lives of those who wish to use and control him, all to gain the attention of a greater being, and get answers to the mystery that has haunted him for years Note: Credit for this story and it's characters to their rightful owners. Skyrim, and all the characters from it belong to Bethesda, while Jimmy Casket himself belongs to the YouTube channel VenturianTale. This is just a story I've made of my own thinking over something I love, so I hope you enjoy

A post-Skyrim Elder Scrolls novel about an Altmer named Thallon who goes toe to toe with the worst in all of Tamriel and fights in the largest battle of good vs evil with outcome in the hands of the gods. Starting in Summerset and traveling all over Tamriel this story will have you bouncing views to see every angle of this legend. (Character deaths, fight scenes, mild language, graphic details)

Before time cracked... he was a god. Now he wears the face of a thief. After falling in battle during the great celestial war, Kairo, a divine being of balance, is reborn into the body of Ren-a petty thief on Earth. But the gods have not forgotten him. The throne of Hunrahal now stands empty, and the divine realm teeters on the edge of chaos. With power returning and enemies rising, Kairo must reclaim what was lost-and face those who betrayed him. The world doesn't need a hero. It needs a god who remembers. ✦ A divine war reborn ✦ One god. One thief. One final eclipse

In the beginning there was one, the creator. He went into a slumber after creating many universes. What happens when he comes to check on his creations? Disclaimer: I do not own Fairytail it belongs to Hiro Mashima and his team of producers. Any pictures, videos or music used is not mine unless stated otherwise.

══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ Oblivion - A state of unawareness of what's going on around you.. ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ A collection of poems written by yours truly <3

the long awaited unofficial sequel to the best-selling 'oblivion'. *** 50 years later. the y/ns are just as iconic as before. but the story isn't over.

After the defeat of Ansem our heroes decide to look for Riku and King Mickey but they soon find themselves in a castle. Where a sinister group has its eyes set on Sora and Brody. Unaware to them, Riku is also in said castle battling the mistakes he made while being haunted by Ansem and antagonized by the same evil group. What will happen to our heroes? Read to find out.

Being immortal has its perks from perfecting magical abilities to mastering a blade. Lilith had believed that she would spend all of her immortal life locked away within Coldharbour, the underground kingdom her parents founded for vampires to live and flourish in. Set to be queen once her father steps down, Lilith finds herself wanting more. In a cloud of confidence, Lilith calls off her engagement, to her closest friend and first love, and disappears without a trace. A hundred years pass and Lilith finds immunity from her family as the on again off again mercenary for Emperor Uriel Septim, serving him when he needs a head removed, her skills earning her the title 'The Grim Reaper.' Lilith is just finishing up her semi annual check up on the Emperors illegitimate son when she finds herself surrounded by cultists. Fighting her way through them, she finds Uriel, the graying emperor dying in her arms as he makes her vow to help Martin defeat Dagon and save all of Tamriel. Despite her years of experience with seduction and murder, she finds herself ill prepared, not expecting to fall in love with a blue eyed priest or a dark hearted assassin. Photo Credit to: Check it out http://salokorai.tumblr.com

(Y/N) has died and now he has been given a choice between being reincarnated, going to heaven, or being sent to a fantasy world with one item, ability, or wish to help him defeat the demon lord. Let's see how well (Y/N) will do as his oblivion character, Dradstar Tenador that he has enhanced using 'a little bit' of exploiting. (I don't own Oblivion or Konosuba at all) (This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction so please forgive me if it is crap)

Hi! I'm a new writer in Wattpad, and I haven't publicly shared my writing before! If you like the chapters I post, pls say " xyz " on the comments if you want a new chapter! Also, A place called Oblivion in my story is an idea me and my fellow writer CartoonLover93 so remember to look out for her soon published story, Echo!

The Meiosis of Homo Sapiens is a fractured logbook- the testament of a consciousness unraveling as it tries, futilely, to narrate itself. Here, language splinters, memory drifts out of shape, and identity dissolves into a territory where nothing holds its form for long. There is no linear thread to follow. Only transitions-brief apertures, unstable thresholds, corridors that promise passage yet lead nowhere. Each fragment behaves like a controlled descent, an intimate collapse into the ungoverned zones of the self, where dreams forget their origins and the familiar abandons its mask. This is not a space designed to be understood quickly. It invites the reader to relinquish clarity, to delay comprehension, to resist the impulse to label. The incomprehensible has structure of its own- a structure that refuses domestication. If something appears evident, pause. If something feels familiar, distrust it. If something strikes you as beautiful, maintain distance. Nothing in these pages leads back to the world. It sidelines it-quietly, almost ceremonially- leaving only the residue of what still resembles flesh, and the vertigo that survives when certainty has vanished. Enter at your own risk. Here, the descent has already begun.

Locked away in a dungeon underneath the Imperial City's prison district, young thief Lars Blackthorn spends his days contemplating his forthcoming demise. However, he is spared when his uncle, the mysterious vagabond Icaro, releases him from captivity. The pair quickly come under attack, and Lars is forced to make a decision between his life and his freedom.

Basically any husbando I have x me. Currently contains: - Sheogorath

Revelation 9:2 "When he opened the Abyss, smoke rose from it like the smoke from a gigantic furnace. The sun and sky were darkened by the smoke from the Abyss. And out of the smoke locusts came down upon the earth and were given power like that of scorpions of the earth, from the ashes demonic creatures will come forth from the gates of oblivion. When the thousand years are completed, Satan will be released from his prison."

They were all chasing something. They were all waiting for something. And when the past finally returned, nothing - and no one - stayed the same. Every part is a step closer to the truth...and a step deeper into the heart. A man who lost himself is in a chase to find his love, but is chased by the parts of his life. Will he find his love again? The oblivion's chase! Dive in into the world of love, friendship and betrayal

Highest Ranking yet: #104 in Poetry A poem series that talks of various emotions of our life. Feelings of love, loneliness, brokenness are deeply seeded in these poems. "Come I may, but go I must"-we'd all go back to the place we've come from. But is there no valor in the staying or dying of the unknown, unheard ones? Poems that make you to think differently, yet deeply.