Twisted Paths Novels & Stories

She tells us, and I hear the growls that leave my pack members. "What do you mean by residue?" "When magic is used, it leaves a residue on the air. If you are a witch or warlock someone that practices, you can feel the leftover residue from their magic. The darker the magic, the heavier the deposition will be. It is heavy here, similar to a large black cloud." I take a deep breath listening to her. She starts to move her hands and says words, but they are so low, and I am sure they are in a different language that I can't understand her. I see lights start to shine and move around the area. It is like they are dancing, then they disappear in a puff of smoke. I look at Piper, waiting on her t

I scoped the area to only see the two girls, I didn't know what the fuck their names were but I knew they were twins and I knew they were friends with her. As they walked past me, I stopped them. "Where's Isabella?" I asked, watching as they looked at each other before they looked at me. "We don't know" they both said in unison. This was some twin telepathy shit and I didn't fuck with that. "I'm pretty sure you do. Where the fuck is she?" I asked once again feeling even more angry. I hated repeating myself. "She just left. Don't bother looking for her." One of them said before they walked away.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

I look around only to find trees. We get out of the car and look around our surroundings. "Come with me." He pulls me with him towards the tree whereon close inspection I find a secret path. We walk for some more until we reach a mesmerising scene. In front of the Hudson River is flowing beautifully. It seems like a beach.

The fire of revenge is flaming so high that it will burn anyone who comes near me. I get on the elevator, click the 25 floors, where my and my sibling's office is situated, this floor is only for us, no one is allowed here without our assistants. The whole floor is protected with security, cameras are all over the place, the fingerprint is a must if you want to access this floor or any of the offices.

Trish asked in a small, unsure voice. "Get in," one of the men growled. She shot me a terrified glance before disappearing into the hole. I went down next, dropping into the pungent darkness. There were puddles of water at my feet and the smell made me feel like I couldn't breathe. I realized it was a sewer. My arm was gripped and we were led down for several minutes until we came to the end of the dark tunnel. The man holding Trish kicked the grating away and we climbed out into a dark street.

They were racing not against time, but against forgetting itself. Kael approached from the northern path with Kiva at his side, both dressed in reinforced travel gear marked with glyphs of warding and cloaked in gray. Their expressions were grim, but steady. Kael nodded at Serena. “Scouts reported twisted tracks near the frost line,” he said. “Nothing natural. Whatever’s moving up there isn’t bothering to hide anymore.” Kiva added, “And the ley-lines are warping. It’s how he’s moving faster than we expected. We have to keep to the spine of the old routes or risk being pulled into a memory loop.”

The path that unfurled before them looked alive—woven from two opposing forces that shouldn’t have been able to coexist. Dark threads of shadow rippled alongside ribbons of molten silver light, twisting together in a single, winding trail that hovered over the endless void. It stretched on farther than Aria could see, curving into a horizon where the light darkened and the dark glowed, a paradox made into a road.

Strange, twisting vines coiled around the cavern walls, their tendrils retreating and expanding like they were breathing. Ashwin flicked his tongue, tasting the air. It was thick with moisture and something else—something unexplainable, ancient, and knowing. Despite its beauty, the Serpent Paths were not a place for the weak. The tunnels twisted in unpredictable ways, some leading to deep underground rivers, others splitting into yawning voids that seemed to stretch forever. Sharp turns concealed sudden drops, and in some places, the walls pulsed, almost alive, responding to their movements. The silence was eerie, broken only by the sound of water dripping and the occasional distant hiss—whe