The Oracle Paths Novels & Stories

This will be the longest walk to the Oracle. Great.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

“I’m Lily, and this is Niamh. It’s an honor to meet you, ma’am.” “The honor is mine,” the Oracle said, pouring three cups of steaming tea that smelled faintly of mint and mana crystals. “Any friend of my granddaughter is welcome in Rootgard.” We sat together on woven mats as Fianna explained our purpose — the missing Silver Key, the Netherveil’s breach, and the mystery surrounding the Chronokeepers. The Oracle listened in silence, her fingers tracing lazy circles in the air, leaving glowing trails that faded into mist. When Fianna finished, the Oracle leaned back with a sigh. “The Silver Key of Netherveil,” she murmured. “I have not heard that name spoken aloud in many lifetimes.”

“Daughter of Flame. Son of Ruin.” The Oracle waited at the heart of the temple. Her presence was ageless, her white eyes bottomless. “You seek answers,” she intoned. “And healing,” Elara said. “There is always a price.” Oracle whispered. “What price?” Lerder demanded. “The bond you share must be tested. Only through fire will truth be revealed.” A blinding flash consumed them. When the light receded, they were apart. Elara stood alone in a valley of flames. Lerder faced endless mirrors of ice.

Japana's office where she knocks and we hear a faint masculine 'come in' and she ask me to go in "Mr. Japana instructs that I usher you in immediately you arrive" she says as I hesitate to go in. "Good morning Sir, I am....." I pause as he lifts his eyes to mine, all my senses seemed to freeze the moment my eyes meets Mr. Hercules. Realization dawns on me that the handsome Hercules was none other than Mr. Japana. After a fierce staring trance, I immediately compose myself and call out to a non responsive Mr. Japana "Sir, I'm Dahlia the new Junior developer" I say bringing Mr. Japana back to why I was standing at the door of his office.

I am in another world, but the fact that I have no friends here too makes me feel inferior, wishing that I could meet someone with whom I can share stories and waves of laughter in this kind of place. I stopped on my track as soon as I remembered that I should go to the Headmistress’ office for the orientation. Professor McLaren and Dr. Foster cannot accompany me due to prior commitments. So, they instructed me to walk straight ahead and look for an old structure. But how can I find it if the buildings in this place were all designed anciently? I pulled the book that Dr. Foster had given me from my bag. I tried to search for a map and smiled when I found it. My smile faded and was replaced b

One by one, they drink, binding themselves to their new pack, their new family, their new future. As Naomi takes the final sip, a collective gasp echoes through the newly formed pack. They turn to each other, eyes wide, shoulders bared— Their pack marks have changed. A crescent moon rising over a tree-lined horizon. The Oracle’s Oath As the howls and cheers fade, I turn to Michael. Dipping my fingers into a fingerbowl of balsam oil, flecked with selenite, I begin the Oracle’s anointing. “Michael Thorne, you have been created by the Goddess to be her mouthpiece on Earth.

“Best we do it at your own pace and in a comfortable place, than under her watchful gaze.” Kendra didn’t really know what to say, and from the way Killian shuffled uncomfortably, he felt the same way too. “You two need to make up your minds, and fast… because if you’re able to turn him back, Kendra, it wouldn’t last for long,” The Oracle warned, her eyes a gleaming white, “This is but only a quick fix. Alright, I’ll leave you two to it. Stand in that circle when you’re ready,” She gestured towards a complicated looking circle drawn in limestone and white clay and headed out after that, leaving the two of them all alone.

“Clearly there is an explanation for all of this and rest assured everyone in this room will be informed, but not by me as it’s not my information to tell…..Idris would you care to say a few words….the king nods at Idris handing him the floor, more murmurs in the crowds as no one seems to know who Idris is? “Greetings everyone, my name is Idris. It is true, I am the final Phoenix that has survived. I am sorry I have stayed hidden from you all for so long however I needed to keep myself safe, as well as I have been working night and day to try and preserve and fix everything around you. I had been informed by our king that there was someone willing to be turned, as the last of my kind, I hap

At the center stood a pool of black water, still as glass. Behind it, draped in shadows, was a throne of roots and bone. And on it A woman. Eyes covered in a crimson cloth. Skin gray as moonstone. Hair silver and alive, coiling and moving like mist. The Oracle. She raised a single hand. And all of them dropped to their knees. Not from force. But because the truth demanded it. “So,” the Oracle said, her voice ancient, cracked, but laced with power. “The Marked Luna finally arrives. The storm quickens. The seal breaks.”