Paths Eren Novels & Stories

ERIN The mountain road stretched endlessly before us, winding through passes that grew familiar as Silver Ridge's territory drew closer. Wren hadn't spoken since her revelation at the summit gates. She sat in the cart ahead, her back straight as a blade, her eyes fixed on some middle distance that none of us could reach. Every time I tried to catch her attention, to ask what she had remembered, she shook her head slightly and turned away. "Let her be," Marty said quietly during one of our brief rest stops. "Whatever she's carrying, it's heavy enough that forcing it out too soon could shatter more than it reveals."

A little girl from a secluded farm outside the Kingdom of Devonlaire padded her little feet on the muddy grounds of the forest. She was breathing hard as she tried her very best to run faster going towards their small cottage outside the forest. She must tell her mama what she found near the enchanted cave. Erin knew this things is a life and death situation. That lady she found laying on the sacred lake was unconscious and she doesn’t know how to save her. “I must get mama. The beautiful lady needs to be saved.” With that in mind, Erin ran as fast as could.

He wanted to shoot the person that caused her such misery. THE following day, the two woke up early and went to their destination for the morning time—the Mount Kalugong Eco-Park. Rudy drove them going there. It didn’t take long since it was just a few kilometers from their transient house. Einille gasped when she reached the highest elevation of the park. Thick fog covered the city, she waited a little more for a clearing. “This place is indeed stress-free.” Vale said, looking at a tree where a wood card was attached to it, with a print, ‘this is a stress-free place.’

I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in. From a short distance away, Queenie, who was tied to a pillar, cried out, "Uncle Ben!" Strangely, she did not look pleased to see Dad. Instead, she looked panicked. Dad ignored her. He dragged Yannis to another pillar and tied him to it. Once that was done, he went up to Queenie. "You're finally here, Uncle Ben! You saved me! I was so scared!" Queenie cried pitifully. For once, Dad seemed unfazed by her tears.

“You know the terrain changes seasonally. You know the floods reshape the trails after heavy rains and the rockfalls shift without warning.” “Yes,” I said. “But you know how to navigate them. That’s why we came.” She finally turned, her eyes locking onto mine with firm focus. “If you take the wrong path, you won’t lose an hour…you’ll lose a day. Or two.” She let that sink in. “And you can’t afford that.” “No,” I said. “We can’t.” Eryna approached her shelves, scanning them. This time she didn’t rummage blindly…she moved with calculated calm, picking out what she needed…a rolled sheet of thick parchment, a charcoal pencil, and a thin wooden board that was almost completely worn from years of

Lexi looked at him. That was enough to get Karl on his feet, he looked at the map. He pointed at the map, at the very place he had been discussing with Henry. "Did you see this place?" Lexi nodded, still looking at the map. "Is there a road there?" he asked. Again she nodded. "Darling! It's okay to say yes. You don't have to strain your neck to nod." "Okay." A lady who was days back naive to a lot of things had helped him out with a very big military problem. Perhaps, there was no need to send out his men anymore. He could use that route and give the enemy a surprise attack.

Lucan glanced up, something unreadable flickering in his eyes, but he stayed silent as Eren tugged me out of the room and down the stairs. The place Eren had found was a patch of grass at the edge of the forest, where the trees bent just enough to let sunlight spill in like liquid gold. It wasn’t grand, but it was perfect. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing with all the authority of a tiny king. I laughed and obeyed, settling into the grass. He plopped down beside me, his little legs sticking out at awkward angles, and for a while he chattered about everything, how he’d seen a rabbit this morning, how Leah had taught him a silly rhyme, how he thought butterflies should have teeth because “what if t

“Don’t break. They need you. I need you.” Her words slid into me like balm, soft and comforting, pulling me against her without my permission. I leaned, just for a moment, into that warmth. “Don’t give up,” she whispered. “Not when she needs you most.” I nodded numbly, gripping her hand like a lifeline. The twins surfaced again, empty-handed. Eren cursed under his breath, staring out at the endless horizon. “She’s slipping further out with the current.” “No!” My roar split the air. “She’s here. She has to be here!”

"They're nothing. Happiness requires context. Sadness to contrast it against. Pain to appreciate joy. These people have given up so much of themselves that they can't feel anything real anymore. Just the echo of happiness the garden provides." The path forked ahead. Left or right. "Which way?" Willow asked. Kara hesitated. "I... I don't remember. When I was here before, I was alone. Panicked. I took the wrong path and ended up lost for hours." "Great," Brady muttered. "Left," Erina said suddenly. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes unfocused. "The whispers say go left. The erased ones remember. They say left leads to the center."

Red spread through the river. Eve stood behind me, holding half of a broken beer bottle, her face pale with terror. “Emma, move! They’re coming!” she screamed. I could hear shouts from a distance. People from the village were closing in. My heart raced as I frantically paddled, but the boat still moved painfully slow. The footsteps grew louder, and my heart sank into despair. Were we really not going to make it? Suddenly, Eve stood up. She smiled softly at me, her lips curving with a gentle warmth. “Emma, you have to live—for me and your mom.”