Oblivion Path Of The Righteous Novels & Stories

"Why would you do this?" Dad asked, gritting his teeth. Yannis suddenly yelled hysterically, "Linnus Corporation was supposed to be mine! You took it away from me and killed my mother. I've been lying in wait by your side for many years just for a chance to get my revenge!" I thought that Dad would kill him right then and there, but he just said, "You are just an illegitimate bastard. You have no right to claim Linnus Corporation."

It was to be used in situations requiring assistance from the Patriarch under special circumstances. At this moment, the Patriarch had set foot on a dark and mysterious path. This path was located within Scarlet Summit. It was the sacred mountain of the faction, and also an active volcano. The mountain was adorned with countless beautiful flowers, presenting a delightful scenery. However, due to occasional volcanic eruptions, the mountain was fraught with danger. This place was a dangerous beauty, possessing an irresistible allure, yet hiding unknown perils beneath its beautiful exterior. The walls of the path were carved with various grotesque patterns of demons and monsters. Each of them w

Orlando demanded, his voice tinged with desperation. Xavier's face contorted with anger, and he unleashed his pent-up frustration. "He didn't feed me shit!" Xavier's voice boomed, cutting through the tense air. "You kidnapped that young girl just to obtain VH14 and planned to use it on us, your own soldiers. Did you expect me to sit idly by and watch as you ruined my life and the lives of my family? I'm sorry, but I chose my family over blind loyalty." Orlando's stunned expression spoke volumes. He stammered, struggling to comprehend the revelation. "How did... You... Find... Out... About that file?" His words stumbled out, each syllable a testament to his disbelief.

Olivia’s eyes burned with tears she refused to let fall. Her mind was splitting, one path ending her, the other path ending everything she loved. She took one last breath. One last second. Then, A voice cut through the ruins. Soft. Small. Terrified. “…Mom?” Olivia spun around. Her daughter stood at the edge of the ruins. Wide eyed. Shaking. Barefoot. Alone. And glowing faint blue. The priestess’s smile sharpened. “Too late,” she whispered. The High Priestess agrees to free Olivia from the bloodline, if Olivia kills her own daughter. The daughter has already arrived… glowing with awakening magic…

“Let her follow the breadcrumbs.” Patricia tilted her head. “And Malick?” “We’ll let him think he’s keeping her safe,” Gloria said. The three of them smiled at once. Later That Night – The Ritual Chamber It was deeper than the dungeons, past a corridor that shouldn’t exist. They moved in silence. Cloaks drawn. The circle was already carved into the ground—blood, salt, obsidian dust. The smell of copper lingered in the air. A crow’s feather at each cardinal point burned with a smokeless flame.

Each step pulled something new from me. My childhood. My mother’s face. Alira’s laugh, bright and cruel. Kye’s hands, shaking when he held mine the first time. Finnick’s eyes when he took the oath. The first time I tasted blood and didn’t spit it out. The first time I liked it. The gate pulsed. A crack formed in the center. A voice echoed around me—no direction, only certainty. “Choose.” The mirrors flashed. Three paths revealed themselves: The Mercy: I saw myself kneeling beside Kye, both of us aged, battle-worn but alive. I held a blade in one hand and a map in the other. We had survived. But the leyline was gone, burned shut.

"Each path tests a different virtue: Courage, Wisdom, and Heart. Only by succeeding in all three can you gain the knowledge you seek." Liora tightened her grip on the Celestial Codex. "We've faced countless challenges on our journey. We're ready." The Starborn leader nodded solemnly. "Then choose your path, and may the stars guide you." As they faced the trials ahead, the weight of their mission pressed heavily on their shoulders. Yet, with the universe as a witness, they were determined to prevail.

"Huh! That man lied to his own blood." "What are you talking about?" Dante got a little skeptical. "Your oh-so-great brother, Vincenzo De Connor is actually the one responsible for your father's de...." Before Lucas could complete his sentence, he was lying still on the ground. Rose jumped when Lily emptied her whole gun in Lucas' body. Rose breathed heavily because she was not expecting her to appear all of a sudden out of nowhere. But what surprised her more was that Dante’s eyes were still fixed on the wall he was standing in front of not a few seconds ago. His eyes were red, without any emotions, just staring at the blank concrete wall standing in front of him.

He wanted to find and see Alessia, but he knew that it would be difficult to find a creature that did not want to be found. Even though he wants to see Alessia, he cannot abandon his people. Even though he is now in the middle of pain and bereavement, he cannot ignore his subordinates who need his attention. Elijah now has the three relics in hand and is about to start summoning the sacred weapon. That can't be prolonged because he will train himself to use it especially and he knows its power is strong. Elijah is currently on the throne. With him were Stefano and a few sentinels. Elijah gathered the relics in a stone circle. A few seconds later, a light came out like threads that gradually

The air around them crackled with energy as the seal on the ancient text began to break. Ava gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain as the power of the Underworld pulsed through her. She could feel it—the connection growing stronger, the missing piece of her soul finally falling into place. With a final surge of energy, the altar cracked open, revealing a glowing scroll within. Ava collapsed to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Hayden was at her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms. “You did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.