Twisted Paths Novels & Stories

Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other. Tired of wasting time, Simon waved his hand. Three bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed all three of them and dragged them into the abandoned factory. Not long after, their screams echoed from inside. The metallic scent of blood seeped through the tightly shut doors. Even I couldn't help but shiver at this. "Ms. Esmeray, Mr. Stewart would like to meet with you," Simon said. His tone was polite once again as he invited me back into the car.

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

We would need it on the way while seeing her off. We got on our way when she returned from the kitchen. We took the narrow path from the village to the community center. It was the shortest way to her village. I was in front with the light. We talked as we slowly walked. Sections of the path were muddied and slippery, so we needed not to walk fast to avoid anyone falling and getting hurt.

The way the thin lines of water came out of it, just to accumulate in the water in the base of fountain itself is magnificent. I turned back to look at the whole building and my mouth opened on its own. One word, no two actually. Very tall. * * *

The gallery's large doors and broad body guards signed a hint at an exclusive, invitation-only establishment, The quiet, dark road seemed to give her some sort of comfort She called the supposed driver, Taylor to come pick her up at the front of the event as she decided to take a stroll down the quiet road of New York to clear her head. As she walked out into the chill of the night air, the faint hum of the city in the distance only added to the sense of aloneness. The deserted street stretched out before her like a private walk, leading her deeper into the night, gazing up at the bright, beautiful night sky, her mind drifted to the last statement Sebastian made about her, and she felt a str

He looked at me and winked. “Why would you do that? Dig about him. Getting him out of my life. I mean, why would you?” “What do you think? Why would a man go to that extent, Lyra?” He asked me. I was confused with everything revealed and having a hard time assimilating everything. Things shouldn’t be this complicated between us. I and Nathan were just strangers, then why was the past so full of twisted. It tangled us with one another so badly that I was finding it hard to set myself free from him.

It was exactly the kind of monstrous, soul-crushing choice Selene had died trying to protect her from. Then, abruptly, the silver light violently flickered. A fourth path materialized out of the dark. It was small, heavily obscured, and nearly invisible—a jagged, bleeding line of code that ran completely parallel to the others. It was a path that, by all the mathematical and scientific laws of the Atlas project, was never supposed to exist. Ava froze, her breath catching in her throat. The sanctuary hadn't shown her four paths. Her mother’s design had only ever accounted for three. Yet here it was, pulsing with a volatile, impossible energy. It looked dangerous. Radical. Completely unmapped.

“Origin? Is that an ancient path?” “Yes … Glacian Origin is one of the ancient paths … it’s also where the Path of Ice has been made from. The ancient paths came into existence during the Age of the Empyreal Gods. Glaceus introduced her own unique path … which she had passed down to the first men of the north.” General Edric looked up towards the dark skies and said, “Did you know it is possible for a person to open multiple paths?” “I know …” Arth replied, recalling Kael, who could open both Ice and Light paths.

The sky was no longer a sky. It had transformed into the river that connected various disciplines. Scriptures of philosophy were woven together to create a dense web of countless paths of knowledge that ranged from swordsmanship to alchemy. There were 3,000 paths in total. As the Enlightenment Stone in Severin's hand illuminated, his spirit seemed to transcend his physical body and wandered through space. The paths echoed in his mind, and Severin gained a sense of clarity as he dispelled the confusion that had lingered.