Oblivion The Path Of The Righteous Novels & Stories

Liora whispered. Then the ending that is written will come to pass, Oren said simply. The sharp light will find its way here. The path is hidden, but all things can be found by those who are relentless. And the man who leads them… his will is a force of nature. He will break the world to find you. As if summoned by his words, a violent shudder ran through the Path of Echoes. The harmonious hum twisted into a discordant screech. The peaceful mists roiled like a stormy sea.

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

Logan and Niles were dead. After freeing all humans, society had to be rebuilt from the ground up. I didn't care about Sophie anymore. I had bigger things to focus on. It wasn't until the very end that I learned the leader of the demon hunters was a woman. After the war outside was over, new problems started inside. The men wanted to take all the credit for winning. They began blaming women, calling us witches. Because I had been spying for a long time near Logan, they said my blood was corrupted. Everyone turned against me.

she continued, voice dripping with poisonous sweetness, “this isn't just about survival. It’s about devotion. Show me who truly deserves the Gates name. Show me who’s willing to stain their hands for my approval.” She snapped her fingers. The gate at the far side of the arena creaked open—and two long blades were tossed inside, clattering to the ground between the brothers. “Begin,” she whispered, eyes gleaming. “Let the blood speak.”

Lucian didn’t seem to be able to talk, so Connell stood with him as they started to make the pyre for Pebbles. “The Goddess will care for her. Pebbles was a great woman who put others in front of herself.” Connell told him, trying to give him the view that the Goddess would want him to see. Pebbles was a one-of-a-kind woman. Lucian broke when Connell spoke. Never in his life had Connell seen a vampire sob. He never wanted to see it again. Lucian crumbled to the ground to watch them place Pebbles on the wood. A long tunic-type dress had been draped on her body. Her long red hair was braided and lying on her chest. Connell spoke to the goddess to care for Pebbles on her journey to the other wo

“This is getting worse.” Then Daniel said something that made the entire square go still.They gave you a phrase.”“The Third Path.He smiled faintly.“But there are only two paths.”Everlyn’s chest tightened.“You obey…”Daniel said.“Or you destroy what controls you.”The crowd exploded.Louder than before, angrier.More dangerous.Someone shoved a barricade.Someone else threw a bottle.Police shifted uneasily at the edges of the square.Jesse looked at Everlyn.

Each piece had a purpose, and now he found himself staring down at an assault against his only remaining bishop, with no sign of escape. Or maybe...he moved the piece. Soartin's hand went to his chin. "Then what else do you want to know of your path's founder?" There it was. He had rubbed off on his brother, now the man had no patience for rounding a subject for too long, unlike when they were younger. "What do you know of the Apocrypha?" Soartin paused, his piece frozen mid-move. He moved the piece aside, changing its initial trajectory, ending the assault. Had he seen the plan? Sethlzaar wondered, or was it his intention to prolong the match.

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?!

He was still anxious when he thought of that ghastly nightmare. Davian and Felicity were both drunk in Club Enigma, and the music in the room was deafening. Felicity collapsed on the couch, eyes closed, but could still sing along with a few lines. Davian collapsed next to her, completely blacked out. A man was sitting in a dark corner. He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, like Hades, the ruler of darkness. He gently swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, and the dark shade of red that was reflected in his eyes made them blood-red. He stared at the glass for a long time, and suddenly sneered, his expression cold. 'That woman's heart is cold and hard, like a rock. I can never cha