Endless Path Novels & Stories

What if that’s where Bonnie was and she needed help? He shook his head. He’d just be in the way over there. He could only imagine the current chaos at the entrance. Today was pick-up and drop-off day. New kids were arriving while some stayed for another week. It meant that the parking area was always full of cars and kids. If there was an accident or a delay, it always turned into a disaster. Instead, he decided to walk along the far path behind the garage. It was on the eastern edge of the property and usually quiet. Since the East entrance was gated off from the road, the only person he’d ever seen over here was Bonnie the night she’d arrived.

It resonated in the silver fire and in the contact point and in the place behind her sternum where his light still lived. It spoke of paths. Not one path, not the ordained single direction of Nyx's design for Eden, but paths, plural, a branching and spreading network of possibility that extended from this moment outward in every direction, each one real, each one leading somewhere, each one requiring her to move her own feet.

Conrad glanced at the paths and walked toward the right path. The path was indeed smooth and had no hidden traps! “Over here, Andrius!” Conrad urged, “This path should be the one leading to the final destination. The other path is a dead end.” Andrius looked at him and slowly stopped his pace.

It is half detailed map, only pointed the ancestral house without the means of pointing out more the safest path to this location. Yet, Eterfinite doesn't think deeply about it. He don't have an ounce of expression at this point. He stood and look at the endless darkness, as if the end of it lies the hope, the ancestral house his sister mention. It was at this point that the cry of the wind can be heard. Below the steep terrain is the arising dark fog that devour everything in the area. The trees withered, not even the grass is left behind after the dark fog slowly rise to the Mountaintop.

We stood there in the study in the evening dark and the territory was alive around us and the path was still going and the network was revealing itself and somewhere in thirteen territories across the connected pack world there were people carrying something they could not name yet. The path was going to them. One at a time. It had always known.

“And why are we here? The road seems to have come to an end, '' Brandon asked. Kerlson turned to his brothers, sending murderous looks at them, it was certain to say they were not yet in his good graces. “The road comes to an end but not ours. Behind those trees, lay a secret entrance to the mansion you seek to be within. Dante was a good friend and on good occasions, we used this path and luckily I still have the passcode.'' Roland announced joyfully like he just won some lottery tickets. They all stepped out of the car staring at the path on foot before them.

The Vault glowed again. "Testimony accepted." The map of the two doors reappeared. This time... A third path slowly emerged between them. A narrow passage. Hidden until now. Isaac stared at it in disbelief. "No..." Nathan smiled through tears. "I'd forgotten." Gabriel frowned. "There were only ever two paths." Nathan shook his head. "No." "There were three." Samuel looked at the map. "What is the middle path?" Nathan whispered, "The one no Guardian has ever unlocked."

“It’s not over…” The void pulsed ominously, and the last words of the system echoed around her: The final choice has been made… but the game is eternal.

At the far end, a great door loomed, pulsating with golden energy. “To reach the end of this path, you must face the truths hidden within yourselves,” the Architect said. “If you waver, if you falter, the path will break you.” Rael tensed. “And if we succeed?” The Architect’s mask tilted slightly. “Then the Final Seal will be within your grasp.” Silence fell over them. Elior took a steadying breath. “Then we move forward.” The moment they stepped onto the path, the world around them shifted again. The corridor twisted, stretching into infinity. The monoliths of light flickered, and suddenly, the path split apart, fragmenting into separate roads.

He pulled out her chair like a gentleman, helping her sit before taking his place opposite her. They spent the first half of the day exploring the hill path above the lake. Kaelion took her through a trail he claimed only the Alpha bloodline knew—an abandoned lookout tower that oversaw the entire valley below. The wind was crisp and sharp, tugging at her cardigan as she leaned slightly over the edge of the wooden rail. For a moment, if she closed her eyes and forgot everything, it almost felt like peace. Almost.