Novel & Cerita The Oracle Paths

… "Jocelyn! Get up. Otherwise, you'll be late for your mock exam today." My mom's voice snapped me back to the living. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my room as it had been when I was 18. My desk sat by the pale blue curtains, stacked with study notes. The walls were plastered with Elmshore University admissions brochures from past years. It was April 7, 2010, two months before the college entrance exam. Then it hit me that I had been reborn. Looking in the mirror, I saw a face with no sign of age. No wrinkles from years of depression or gaunt, sickly pallor from chemotherapy. Just long glossy hair, bright eyes, and a healthy body. Tears spilled down my face before I could stop th

Her hand dropped, and she took both my hands in hers. “She was my best friend.” She sniffled and pulled me through the entryway. I gasped. What was an empty ample space shifted into doors that hovered and drifted through space. Galaxies and star constellations spread out everywhere. Was this the heavens? “My name is Nyssandra Vale. I am the Oracle of this temple. Many used to come seeking guidance, but many have forgotten about me, and I am not often visited. I am happy you have come.” Floating stones reached out before me, and she guided me upon them. We ascended to a brown wooden door that looked ancient.

“We seek guidance, Oracle. The rift grows, and shadows press. What must be done?” The Oracle smiled if the thin curve of her lips could be called that. “What must be done… is already written. I only speak it aloud.” Her gaze, blind though it was, locked on me. “You dream of fire,” she whispered. “Of walls broken, of blood spilled. And in those dreams, the voice calls you queen.” The chamber chilled. My breath caught. “Yes,” I admitted, voice raw. “I dream of him. He calls to me.” She leaned forward, her blind eyes burning with something beyond sight. “And you will answer. You will stand at a crossroad, child of Harbingers. Two chains will bind you your mate and your monster. And you will bre

I was telling the world that I was weak. And that was the last thing I wanted. When I entered the study, the Oracle was already there. Elder Fane was standing next to him, a look of triumph on his old face. “Alpha Dominic,” Fane greeted, bowing deeply. “The gods have smiled upon us. The Oracle has found the way. Your path is clear again.” I sat behind my desk, feeling like I was back in my cage. “Tell me how it works.”

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 The decision to seek the Oracle, once a distant, desperate thought, now felt like the only logical step. The grim sight of the essence-drained wolf in the clearing, coupled with Olivia's terrifyingly precise description of the consuming dark magic, had solidified it. We needed answers beyond our own lore, answers that only the Oracle, hidden deep within the Whispering Peaks, might possess.

“A severed piece of your soul. You cannot kill her. You must reclaim her… or she will grow strong enough to replace you.” Ronan raised an eyebrow. “Replace?” Maddox growled. “You mean she could become Ava?” “Yes,” the Oracle said simply. “If she finds the old Temple of Mirrors… she can force the exchange.” Kellan turned to Ava, his voice low and tense. “Where is this temple?” The Oracle turned to the wall, touching an ancient symbol. A hidden map unfurled—etched in stone. A forgotten mountain range appeared. “Here. Beyond the Black Hills. Past the Dead Forest. The place where the Moon first spoke to the wolves.”

Unless you decide otherwise this time. I felt cold. "What option? I said. The Oracle gave a sorrowful smile. "The most difficult of all." Damon tightened his hold on my hand. His voice was sharp as he stated, "We need more than riddles." Slowly, the Oracle nodded. "Excellent," she said. "Allow me to demonstrate." Abruptly, the temple surrounding us started to transform as she raised her hands. The walls were cracked. The atmosphere changed. I heard voices from the past, whispers.

They are pure white, they glitter and shine, the daggers are no longer black, but are diamonds. “You see, the reason why you wanted me wasn’t because of the Angel or the fact I nearly killed you. No, it is because even you knew who I was related to. I am the oracle, but not the one that answers to the gods. I answer to my ancestors. All my ancestors.” Jadara steps out of me and holds my hand. We both look at Zeus and he is wide eyed as he looks from me to her and the colour drains from his face. “Now, I don’t need to tell you what happens now.” I drop Jadara’s hand and we both open our hands and we each have two swords that are burning with white flames. The enchanted blades of the fae.