Oblivion The Path Of The Righteous Novels & Stories

“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.

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

But I let the smirk leave my lips, telling there is more. “And there is the other thing. If you don’t tell us, we will have a dark witch perform the enchantment that will not let your soul rest, no Mystic Kingdom afterlife for you. So complying is really your only choice.” I growl. Tobias looks at me shocked but proud and my sweet mate purrs at me in delight. Talon’s blood loss is increasing but the sentiment of thinking his soul won’t go to the Mystic Kingdom, where all werewolves work for their souls to go, really has him contemplating his life choices. But before he answers there is a private mindlink.

When he finally caught up with him, he could see the steam blowing out of Ornais’ ears. “You are completely unaware of how important this is,”Ornais began. “Abigail’s soul is the one soul that could shift the balance and you are still playing the same games you did with all the others. Frankly it’s really starting to piss me off. You don't get it do you? This soul was set to be sent to hell, her path already chosen.” He finished. Daniel was confused if Abigail's soul was on a path to hell already. Why was he here? “What are you rambling about now?” He asked Ornais.

“However, in an attempt to escape them, she entered the dark forest which was forbidden to outsiders.” “I thought there was peace in Greenville? Why is the forest now forbidden?” Cruella asked with furrowed brows. “The truce was to stop the ruthless killing of one another but there were still boundaries made. Just like this cave is forbidden to outsiders, so is the dark forest. It is a sacred ground and the home of the white wolves.” Gwen explained and Cruella bounced her head.

How could they be together even in death while I was cursed to live a hideous life repenting for sins that I only committed to keep those I loved safe? "No, Margo. They can't win over us. Not Delia and definitely not Eve. This is why you got a second chance... Let's get better ok" I told myself. "Then we'll have our revenge. Let's make sure to flay her skin. I am going to burn you to ashes Eve. If you won't die from falling down the hill, you are definitely going to die when I burn you alive. And this time, I am going to make sure that you don't survive I'll make sure of it" I promised.

“This is an ancient manual that was owned by my late father. He didn't explain how he got it but he forced me to study it because according to sources he heard, this manual holds a big secret about cultivation." Zhou Fu received the uncovered book from Liao Ting's hand with an astonished face. If the manual could indeed guide one to become a great cultivator, surely Liao Ting couldn't have ended up at the Mortal Foundation level like back then. The Mortal Foundation was the worst level on the journey to immortality because with such talent, there was no hope of advancing to the next level.

“But I have everything I need, there’s nothing more to wish for!” “Just wish for something, Damon!” Daphne snapped playfully hitting my head, and our parent bursted out in a small laughter. The laughter and excitement in the cozy living room instantly turned into terror as the door was forced open with a loud crash. Armed men stormed into the house, their faces covered, their weapons drawn, and their voices filled with menace. The leader of the armed men sneered at our father, "You think you’re an hero right, you want to ruin DMW? Try doing that from your graves." He yelled as he pointed his gun to father’s head and cocked it.

He’s the prime suspect! [He looks devastated. Could he really be faking it?] [I don’t buy his act! His wife was literally frozen to death!] [OMG! I know that freezer! There’s a path in the backyard. Who led Mrs. Smith there?] [Insider info: Ean did it for his mistress!] [Unbelievable! How's crying in the hospital when he's the murderer?]