Oblivion Stories

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

​Un grupo de familiares, conformado por niños y adolescentes, descubre una dimensión devoradora que absorbe lugares de la vida real. A medida que los sitios desaparecen, la gente los olvida en conjunto, pero este grupo es el único que conserva los recuerdos de todo lo que ha sido borrado.

During the Three Banners War of the Second Era, Regina Marie-- a gifted Breton ice mage-- never dreamed her future with Daggerfall's Mages Guild would collide with the Daedric Prince of Insanity. But when the Madgod sets his sights on the Guild, his schemes unravel her plans and pull her into challenges that test her magic, her willpower, and even her very sense of self. Yet as Regina fights to outmaneuver a god, she begins to realize that Sheogorath's interference isn't random-- it's personal. The Madgod's obsession threatens to consume them all, dragging her closer to the chaos she's sworn to escape. Now this untested mage must tread carefully, resisting the dangerous allure of Sheogorath's madness... or risk becoming his unwilling muse in a twisted symphony of disorder. ------- NOTE: SHEOGORATH LIKES THIS STORY SO MUCH THAT HE WILL MOVE THE CHAPTERS AROUND IN AN ORDER THAT ONLY MAKES SENSE TO HIM. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF HE DOES IT AGAIN SO I CAN FIX IT. Rewrite of Beautiful Insanity, a new take on the story of Regina and Sheogorath. Rated M for steam, graphic violence, and potentially triggering scenarios. Dark romantasy. Average chapter length: 2.5k words Steamy, not smutty. If you're looking for smut, keep an eye on the same story under TheFallenFromGrace on Ao3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/65993905/chapters/170038120 These two are the only, and I repeat, ONLY real postings of this story. Anyone else is lying.~

OBLIVION FANFIC! Areana is just your average warrior. No worries about anything in life, just fighting, getting her pay, and stabbing just about anything that gets into her way. But, what happens when a Daedric Prince snatches her heart? Find out in Yes, Your Majesty. I DO NOT OWN TES: OBLIVION GAME, OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. I DO HOWEVER OWN MY OWN CHARACTERS. THIS IS NONPROFIT.

Eleanor Reyes is a brilliant software engineer at one of the world's leading tech companies. Her sharp intellect and determination have taken her far, but she's always kept her focus on her work-until now. Unbeknownst to her, the three most powerful men in the company have been watching her every move, and their interest goes far beyond professional admiration. Leonard Sanchez, Alejandro Lucci, and Roberto Salvatore are not just high-level executives-they are ruthless Mafia leaders who control a vast criminal empire. Feared and revered in the underworld, these men are used to getting what they want. And now, they've decided that Eleanor will be theirs. The air thickens with tension every time they are near, and Eleanor can't help but feel the pull of their dangerous magnetism. Yet, she's unaware of just how deep their desire runs, or how far they're willing to go to claim her. One evening, as Eleanor works late in the office, she suddenly finds herself alone with the three men who have been quietly ruling her thoughts. There is no pretense left as they surround her, their powerful gazes locking her in place. Leonard, the cold and calculating mastermind, spreads her legs possessively, sending an electric shock through her body. Alejandro, the smooth-talking charmer, grips her waist and pulls her closer, while Roberto, the fiery enforcer, crushes his lips against hers in a kiss that leaves her gasping. "You're ours, Eleanor," they whisper in unison, their words dark and full of promise. "You belong to us." Her body responds, even as her mind fights the dizzying mix of fear and desire. She's not one to back down easily, but with three dangerous Mafia leaders vying for control of her heart and body, Eleanor knows she's in over her head. Now, she must decide whether to surrender to their all-consuming power or fight for her freedom-knowing that, in their world, they always get what they want.

The evil. Ruthless. And unmerciful deadric princes , molag bal. sheogorath. Namira. Hircine. Azura. Boethia. Clavicus vile. Hermaeus mora. Jyggalag. Malacath. Mehrunes Dagon. Mephala. Maridia. Nocturnal. Peryite. Sanguine. vearmina. And even sithis and the night mother are here to........except your dare, or answer any questions you have. from why maridia hates undead, to why sithis is not a prince

。・゜・ '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'

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

fuck what it was, it is what it is.

A dunmer seeks Azura's guidance after the horrors of the oblivion crisis, instead she must deal with an unexpected and uninvited guest.

Oblivion: The condition or quality of being completely, forgotten... They say love conquers all, but can it stand a chance against the unexplained?

Definition of oblivion : the state of something that is not remembered, used, or thought about any more : the state of being unconscious or unaware : the state of not knowing what is going on around you : the state of being destroyed Why is there a word HAPPY beside the word OBLIVION? What is in it, that makes me think it is a happy one? Read and embrace this journey towards a HAPPY OBLIVION.

This book will tell you everything to do to survive a horde of zombies. And how to be awesome in the process.

Hey guys welcome to my first book of skyrim x reader one shots and lemons I do take requests.

VIDEO HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laPBqLvEFiA It's Madness vs. Chaos... or is it? ...in this extra-zany Moleman's Epic Rap Battles installment where all is not as it seems!

This is a discrepant and illogical group of my writing in poem form. Please enjoy, or don't, but the former is preferred.

You are Mehrunes Dagon's right hand. Locked in a mortal battle with the Hero of Kvatch. He has thwarted all your attempts to aid the Oblivion Crisis. This tale recounts the harrowing battle between you and the Hero, in the final confrontation in the Imperial City. In other news, will your love for Mehrunes Dagon be requited? Or will you be forever marooned on a loveless island of Destruction?

- 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 - All Rights Reserved ©_eunoiia_ 2021

"It doesn't matter how heroic or successful a person was to someone or the world, he or she will be forgotten one day eventually by just one delete button." And perhaps being remembered isn't all that important then, if most people aren't remembered for what's real.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OC, Night-Prowler. Everything else belongs to Bethesda. Gay fanfiction and I MIGHT add smut. Don't say I didn't warn you. It was inevitable. Of course someone would find out Night-Prowler was a murderer. But he hadn't expected them. He had anticipated a city guard, Stormhold mercenaries, even his own parents. Yet it was the Dark Brotherhood who found him first. He didn't know how, but they knew. Night-Prowler didn't actually mind being an assassin. The job felt way too easy. The bonuses were plentiful and the group was oddly wholesome for what was basically a group of killers. It was a family Night-Prowler wished he had. And yet he couldn't take his eyes off of one his brothers: A Shadowscale marksman in the hearth of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. He kept staring at this one man. Such a mere act felt so utterly sinful- and Night-Prowler liked it.