Endless Path Novels & Stories

He knew what needed to be done and was getting it all done. " We all trust you son." Alpha Jackson clapped him on the back with pride in his eyes. Whatever was coming was going to be met with a force to be reckoned with. Firstly I needed to help Venus on her journey. I had a feeling we would be taking the path less traveled, and it wasn't going to be easy.

Stephan stopped his conversation afraid of opening up Cally's old wounds again. "Ender wiggin!" Cally exclaimed, Stephan nodded, yes he did. Calvin's eyes and eye color are the same as Ender, a young man from Cally's past and will probably only be a thing of the past for him. "But, it seems that it's just our illusion because we miss him too much. During the bomb incident yesterday, many clearly saw that Ender was thrown and his body was also buried at that time!" cried Stephan. While Cally was still silent, remembering Ender, Cally would be a weak woman, she couldn't really let go of the man she loved so much.

I love you Rodrigo, I swear I love you. (She sobs and make a sign of the heart with her hand) I love you forever" The video ended with Camilla blowing out kisses and then blank.

One more Aurora miracle. I'm searching. Thinking. Praying. For the answer. For the protection. For the third path. Before morning. Before waking. Before the Absolute wins. I'm searching. And I'm terrified. That this time. This time there's no answer. No solution. No path. Just ending. Just doom. Just the Absolute. Finally. Inevitably. Absolutely. AUTHOR'S NOTE:

The coworker answered vaguely, "Someone who was trapped by love... "Just throw it away. It's bad luck." The young nurse nodded, still slightly confused. Then she casually tossed the letter into the trash. A breeze drifted in from somewhere unknown and lifted the paper. On it was only a single sentence. [Liam, Ava, if there's another life, can it be my turn to love you?]

"Stop under that bridge." I glanced at him. "Here?" "Yeah." I pulled over and turned off the engine. Sebastian got out first, and I followed him. We walked underneath the bridge and followed a narrow path through the woods. The trees were thick around us, and the sound of rushing water grew louder with every step. "Where the hell are you taking me?" "You'll see." We kept walking until the trees finally opened up. I stopped, my mouth falling open. In front of us was a huge waterfall. Water rushed down the rocks and disappeared into the pool below. The whole place was peaceful, surrounded by trees and fresh air. From where we stood, we could also see a beautiful view stretching far beyond the

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

Layla said worriedly. “Don’t worry, it’s a family secret. Thanks for today.” Nelle hugged Layla as she walked away, disappearing into the mist behind her. Layla watched Nelle walk away as she started to ask herself, what could the family secret be? As much as she was upset with Aria, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. With her mind full of worries and questions, she continued to walk towards the supermarket. – Somewhere in a dark secluded cave, the sound of waves crashing against the rock echoed, making it sound like a monster’s bellows. The faint sound of bubbling and whispers, resonated with the chaotic weather outside. –

"Everybody keeps talking about the First Path." Then at the Guardian. "The source." Then at Evelyn. "The old roads." Then at Varis. "The map." She crossed her arms. "What exactly are we looking for?" The room fell silent. Again. Althea narrowed her eyes. Dangerously. The Guardian sighed. The sound carried centuries of exhaustion. Then he finally answered. "The First Path is not a road." That got everyone's attention. He looked toward the maps. "It's a doorway." Silence. Then: "What?"

​At the base of the tree, two new names were beginning to form, the stone smoking as the letters etched themselves into the obsidian. ​WINIFRED. CASSIAN. ​But unlike the names above us, which were separated by a line, ours were intertwined, the letters overlapping until they were almost indistinguishable. ​"The Third Path," I said, my heart racing. "It is not about one of us winning or losing. It is about the total dissolution of the boundaries between us." ​Suddenly, the ground groaned. The roots of the tree began to shift, pulling back to reveal a hollow opening in the earth, lined with glowing crystals. A staircase of black glass led down into a subterranean chamber that smelled of ozone