Oblivion The Path Of The Righteous Novels & Stories

He fired back. He looked past me, to Astrid. “She will survive this,” he said. “If she’s as strong as you believe her to be.” Astrid lifted her chin. “Strength isn’t the issue here.” Lucian turned fully toward her. “No,” he agreed. “Relevance is.” She answered back. The floor beneath the dais began to glow—concentric rings of ancient script awakening after centuries of being dormant. The Invocation Path was opening. Astrid stepped forward sharply. “You’re invoking without a full quorum.”

“Just earlier, I was trying to put the puzzles together. After he tapped into James’ soul, his Primordial Spirit transversed into the Xanadu Realm. He cultivated Oblivion Power, which we, the Nine Gods of Nothingness, had joined hands to seal away. “In essence, the opponent James faces now is hardly any weaker than Waitara Path's Soremsia. It's a calamity in its own right, dubbed the Oblivion Tribulation. “If James fails to overcome the ordeal, he’ll not have the chance to become the Supreme Path.” “Furthermore, it’s almost time the Waitara Path’s Soremsia returns. Soon, James will have to confront even more pressure and challenges.” With a resigned look, Lesia said, “At this point, the grea

“This drama is sickening. Maybe it’s better to just kill both of you. I won’t be able to use you anymore, Druji. I can’t keep a foolish girl in my army. You’re a disgrace to our race!” “Then I’d be happy to leave your army,” Druji answered confidently. “Ha! Now you’re not scared of me anymore? Do you think you can leave this castle alive? Both of you will die today!” Dubheasa brought out blazing fires in her hand and threw them toward Druji. Druji was taken aback but Vivar used all his remaining strength to grab Druji and pushed him away. Druji was thrown into the hay stacks. All the fire consumed Vivar, making him scream in excruciating pain. “No!” Druji cried and tried to gather the wind t

Just as he stood up from his sprawled-out position, a ‘gust of wind’ blew and suddenly he was placed in the intersection of three paths causing him to instantly become alert. [Trail 2- Battle of the mind; Rules: Kill or be killed. “Flaws are what binds all existence as one but the true difference between a great existence and a mere one is who handles theirs better.” Path 1: Kill your desires or be killed by it. Path 2: Kill your beloved or be killed by them. Path 3: Kill yourself or be killed by yourself.] Genad eyes widened in shock, not from awe of the strange trial but of the line that described the second path. He… had a beloved? What?!

In an instant, the three structured paths of sacrifice vanished from her mind, obliterated by the surge of new code. Nothing remained but the fourth path. The impossible one. The one nobody in the old world had ever expected. And as the light settled, Ava looked across the clearing and saw that Dr. Marcus Voss was finally, truly terrified.

The seductive aura wrapped around me like armor. As the final pieces of Seraphina’s memories settled into place, I felt complete. This was my beginning. The rejected, murdered Elara was dead. Seraphina Voss , reborn avenger , had risen and the Blackthorn empire would never be the same.

And not just any magic—bloodline magic, the kind that left a mark in the air long after the fire died. Only one clan had ever carried that kind of power. The White Wolves. The Rosewood Clan. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven—Alpha King, ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack—stood atop the cliffs of the ancient stone circle, overlooking the ruins his ancestors had once sworn to protect. His hands were clenched behind his back, but tension rolled off his shoulders like heat. Someone had invoked old power. Without his permission. Without his knowledge. And worse? They’d done it under his nose.

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 Every step across the frozen lake was a defiance. The enemy's illusions intensified with each agonizing foot forward, twisting the world around us. Liam and Elias fought their own battles against phantom horrors, their faces contorted with strain, but they held fast, relying on Olivia's shimmering elemental path and my Alpha commands to anchor them. But my focus was solely on Olivia. Her form, silhouetted against the malevolent glow of the corrupted Heartstone, shimmered with the pure elemental energy she channeled.

But I knew what I was fighting for. Not revenge. Not glory. Not destiny. I was fighting for every smile shared at Willowbrook Academy. For every kingdom we had saved. For every friend standing beside me. For every child who deserved to see tomorrow. Erevan slowly lifted the Blade of Oblivion. Darkness gathered around him until entire galaxies vanished within its shadow. "Come," he said quietly. "Show me the answer Solarius searched for... but never found." Without another word, Wesley and I charged. Our wings of silver and gold spread wide behind us.

“Tony Russo was stabbed more than a dozen times by enemies while begging on the streets yesterday. He’s dead.” I glanced at the photo, unmoved. “And the old men?” “All accounts have been consolidated. The entire East Coast’s underground business is now under your control. Your new investments are also outperforming traditional operations.” I walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window and looked down at the sleepless city. In my previous life, I was trampled at the bottom. However, in this one, I stood at the very peak. I lowered my gaze to the ouroboros ring on my finger, then touched the iris birthmark at my collarbone.