Oblivion The Path Of The Righteous Novels & Stories

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."

It was tied to this place, to the Underworld. “I have to try again,” Ava said, her voice stronger this time. Hayden opened his mouth to protest, but Ava didn’t wait. She placed her hands back on the altar, bracing herself for the surge of energy. It came again, more powerful this time, but she didn’t pull away. She let it flow through her, grounding herself in the connection. Slowly, the carvings on the altar began to shift, glowing with an eerie light. The air around them crackled with energy as the seal on the ancient text began to break.

From then on, I had no choice but to turn a blind eye to the matter. Today, however, I was acting so boldly because of my rebirth. In my past life, on this very day, Summer and Jean had gone to the market after putting something to cook in the oven. I'd gone out with a friend to buy some things. When I returned, the dorm was already on fire. Summer had been terrified at the sight of the flames. She'd muttered to Jean, "How could this happen? Nothing's ever gone wrong with that oven." Jean was more terrified than her. She'd trembled all over. "I-I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the oven."

It promised Erevan’s survival… at a price so absolute she couldn’t breathe. She squeezed her eyes shut. Then Path Three flickered. Barely. Weak. Unstable. A path made of both light and shadow—braided, trembling, trying to exist against the Trial’s collapsing logic. The voice dimmed to a whisper. The Convergence path is forbidden. It cannot hold. Do not choose it. Aria opened her eyes. Her pulse surged. Erevan’s grip tightened in warning. “Aria. No.” She turned to him, breath shaking. “It’s the only path where we both survive.”

“Jessica, you’re our dawn. This peace—it’s not real. We’re real, our love is real. Hold on to us.” The hollowness pulsed, and the loom flared, weaving a vision of peace: a nexus without pain, her companions thriving, Jessica at rest, her mother’s arms around her. But it shifted, showing a price—her companions fading, their love dimming, the nexus a hollow shell. The first twist came: Liora wasn’t her mother—she was the fracture, every weaver’s wrath fused into a single, deceptive form, using Jessica’s heart to unravel the dawn. The glade trembled, and the tapestry tore, revealing a void beneath—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Etern

"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."

One burned black, shadow flames searing with Lucian’s fire. And the third… the third burned with blood-red light, an eclipse flame, neither shadow nor light but something older, more primal. It hovered in the air, pulsing like a heartbeat. The ground beneath them cracked open, and from deep below came a sound like chains breaking. A new voice rolled across the battlefield, deeper than thunder, colder than death. "At last… she has opened the Third Path." --- Serena staggered back, shadows and blood dripping from her hands. The wolves around her trembled, eyes wide with terror.

Once he turned to the Devils' sects, the world that had been guarded by the Orthodox Path for thousands of years would have a change of its master! Guyang Perfected Immortal sighed profoundly and finally nodded slowly. The two did not say much, and immediately urged the incantation. On the side of the woman in green, countless Orthodox Path cultivators put themselves behind everything else and went forward to stop the woman no matter what. There were even many cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm exploding their Nascent Soul just to stop her.

The sky was no longer a sky. It had transformed into the river that connected various disciplines. Scriptures of philosophy were woven together to create a dense web of countless paths of knowledge that ranged from swordsmanship to alchemy. There were 3,000 paths in total. As the Enlightenment Stone in Severin's hand illuminated, his spirit seemed to transcend his physical body and wandered through space. The paths echoed in his mind, and Severin gained a sense of clarity as he dispelled the confusion that had lingered.

Then unraveled like thread pulled from cloth,dissolving into golden mist that curled around my fingers like smoke obeying its master. Everybody opened their eyes in shock. Morwen staggered back. “Impossible…” I took one step forward. “The Hollow Path doesn’t just test survival,” I said, voice soft but carrying weight. “It tests worthiness. And when it called my name… it wasn’t because I begged. It was because I answered.” I lifted my hand and the violet flame spiraled above my palm,quiet, controlled, alive. “The Eclipse Flame doesn’t obey commands,” I said. “It obeys will. And mine is stronger than yours.”