Novel & Cerita The Oracle Paths

“The Oracle.” The room fell silent. Lillian frowned. “Who is the Oracle?” Aedric’s jaw tightened. “She’s an ancient seer who lives deep in the Bloodwood. She knows the old magics, the histories lost to time. If anyone can tell us what you are—it’s her.” “But she’s dangerous,” Gregor warned. “And she doesn’t give answers freely.” Lillian set her shoulders. “Then we’ll make her talk.” Aedric smirked slightly. “Spoken like a queen.”

"Help me! We stopped Larry! The threat is gone! Is there anything we can do to wake her up now?! Anything?!" The Oracle walked over slowly, her walking stick clicking against the stone, tears streaming down her deeply lined face. She knelt beside us and placed a trembling, withered hand over Ivonne's cold forehead. She closed her eyes for a long, agonizing moment, channeling her inner sight, before opening them and shaking her head in tragic sorrow.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

"Then tell me what I must do." The Oracle raised a hand. "Blood. Yours. Cut truth from flesh, and I will open the path." Without hesitation, Veyra pulled the dagger from her belt. Her mates stirred behind her—Zarek moved a step forward, but she held out her hand. "It's fine," she whispered. "I need to do this." She sliced her palm open, the pain sharp and immediate. Blood welled up, crimson and hot, and she extended her hand over the obsidian basin that sat at the temple's heart. The blood fell like ink into water, vanishing into the void.

She talks the way someone talks when they know they might not get a second chance to say it. "Oracle blood is older than the Alpha line. Older than packs themselves. Everything you know about mate bonds, about territory instinct, about the structure that holds your world together, all of it flows from the same source. Alphas channel power. Oracles generate it." "When an Oracle bonds fully with a pure Alpha," Calla continues, "something forms between them that does not exist anywhere else in nature. A bridge. Once every century, that bridge can be built, or it can be burned."

“I understand your wolf is getting more restless. You’re getting more desperate to get your mate back. Any man who loves his mate would do the same. Every step brings you closer to where you are meant to stand.” I shake my head. “I think you’ve finally lost your mind.” Connor shoots me a warning look. I ignore him. “I’m supposed to believe my missing mate is… what?” My voice comes out in a growl. “Having some kind of family reunion. With whom, the dead?” For the first time since entering the chamber… The Oracle smiles. Not because she finds humor in my words. Because she knows something I don’t. “You assume family begins and ends with blood.”

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

"Remember those words when darkness surrounds you. Now, follow the path the deer has set. It will lead you to the Oracle's Chamber, where your questions shall be answered." As the spirits faded back into the shadows, the deer beckoned us forward. The path seemed endless, but with every step, I felt an increasing sense of purpose. The enigmatic words of the spirit replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder what awaited us in the Oracle's Chamber.

Of course, the rarer the creature, the fewer classes offered to them. Like there's only about 5 seers out of the thousands of kids here. They mingle with the Oracle wolves and seer wolves. My brother Gabriel teaches some intro to seeing classes here. He loves being close to me and sharing what he learned through the years with others. Gabriel's always been a sweet and caring person. He just wants to help the world. "Alright little moon, are you ready to go?" Dad asked me from my doorway. His shaggy blonde hair was unruly today, sticking up in random places.

I’m sure this looks crazy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Colton’s POV “How do I get back?” I ask the goddess. “You will have to get strong, before you is a orchard where many fruits if you chose the right ones you will be ready for the challenge beyond, if you choose wrong you will be too weak,” she explains. “Great,” I roll my eyes and start toward the grove of trees. Okay apples? An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Red? Color of love? Green? Color of envy?