Oblivion The Path Of The Righteous Novels & Stories

A psychopath. "Put that gun down, we will solve this." "No!" We started to fight for the gun. Boom!

If protecting people cost Karma, and Karma determined advancement, and advancement determined survival, then the System was functionally requiring him to choose between helping people and becoming strong enough to continue existing. That was the structure he was operating inside. He filed this alongside everything else he had learned about Aethermoor that the novel had described accurately but not honestly. The road ahead split into two paths. The left path continued south toward the villages that served as waypoints for travelers moving through border territory. The right path angled southwest, toward terrain the map had marked as disputed jurisdiction, which was Imperial terminology for la

Aria - The Path of Truth: Aria's path led her to the Hidden Archives, a repository of ancient knowledge hidden deep within the mountains. Here, she encountered the Guardians of Truth, enigmatic beings who tested her with riddles and illusions, each designed to challenge her perception of reality.

he intoned, "the Enigma's Heart is both a relic and a riddle. To comprehend its essence, you must embark on the Path of Echoes, confronting reflections of your own souls." With solemnity, we accepted the challenge, stepping onto the mystic path that wound through the heart of the Highlands. --- Elara's Perspective The Path of Echoes lived up to its name. Each step resonated with whispers of our past, present, and potential futures. Visions materialized around us—some comforting, others haunting. At one juncture, I faced a manifestation of my deepest fear: a world engulfed in darkness, our efforts rendered futile. The weight of despair threatened to overwhelm me, but Damian's presence anchore

“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

I sensed a surge, Nyra's presence and pried it open. My fingers skimmed page after page until I found it. Tenebrium: The Path of the Hollow Flame. A forbidden rite calling upon celestial darkness—light tainted by loss, grief, and vengeance. This rite allows the user to trade part of their soul for immortality or control over deathless shadows. Once begun, it cannot be undone. I stared at the page, my head spinning as I went over the words again. My hand trembled as I closed the book. A cold sliver of fear slipped down my spine.

" This is the only way... I have apologized to her saying I understood her and finally saw your true face... Hearing my parents death, she softened up a bit and this is my chance! Today I will rescue her from here and win back her trust... Seeing I have nowhere to go now, she will definitely let me stay there... Slowly I will win her over... I have been her first love... No matter what no one can forget their first love ever..." Silea sneered... I felt disgusted... I had felt simpathy for him at that time... I thought he finally got on right track finally but it was all a trick... How can he just forget that this Silea killed his parents few hours ago and now he is negotiating with her??!! H

The night was gentle, with the lights shining brightly. I knew, at that moment, that my life was finally on its rightful track, free from lies and suffering; just the courage and strength to grow toward the light, wherever it led me.

"What are you doing here? Have you come to steal the Moonviolet serum? Let me tell you—from now on, Mom, Dad, and I won't be leaving Meg's side for even a second. You can forget about taking the serum!" I froze for a moment. In my past life, I had stormed into the infirmary, snatched the Moonviolet serum, and gulped it down in one go. Why were things different this time? Could Alaric have been reborn too? But none of it mattered anymore. "The family doctor already told us—you're perfectly healthy. There's nothing wrong with you at all! You only wanted to steal the Moonviolet serum to kill Meg! Evelina Sinclair, how can you be so vicious?"

Right after the enemy finished making their threat, a string of strange floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Scott, pick our girl! Let the wife die already!] [Once the wife dies, she can go back to the modern world and get a huge transmigration bonus. Then you and Jennifer can finally be together!] [I'm so sick of this kind of story where women suffer. Just give us a happy ending already!] Go back to the modern world…and get paid? Hanging from the city wall, I instantly felt a surge of excitement.