10 Heavens Book Of Enoch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Stumbling with my burdens, I muttered, "If I die tonight with this much luggage, my spirit will most probably get bound to this luggage." My eyes darted nervously, scanning the encroaching darkness of the forest. The inky blackness seemed to hold countless secrets and unseen threats. My senses heightened, I became hyper-aware of every sound and movement, my imagination conjuring scenarios of lurking danger. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, intensifying the eerie atmosphere.

I ask the group as we all grab a coffee and head over to the brainstorming section that Gabriel had set up for us, I must say I quite like it. "Well, that is easy, I know someone who owes me a favor and they will have a press conference about how ludicrous this entire ordeal is, we can blame it on wolves and cults. As in actual wolves, not the ones who turn into humans and cults as in human extremists. Is everyone happy with that?" everyone nods in agreement and picks up the books. I happened to pick up the book of Enoch. As in the book that was removed from the bible, I look up at Gabriel and wave the book very subtly and he nods his head, confirming my suspicion with a cute smirk at the en

I asked and he smirked. "I've been doing some studying lately. I found the book in the special collection section of the library" he said and I narrowed my eyes. "So what? You stole a book from a library?" I asked and he shrugged. "Maybe?" "Enzo, why would you do that?" "I found something about gods, godesses and demigods..." "Yeah, it's probably fiction" "No, it's not. Most of the things I found are true. The book was written by a Shaman who'd once entered the underworld"

She knew Someone watched her still. Her fingers reached to the cloth tied around her waist. From within, she drew a small scrap of parchment. It held verses she had once written herself — lines of psalms and prophecies, inked in haste, in the days when her heart burned to know more of the divine. She opened it now with trembling fingers and read aloud in her weakened voice “He who sits in the heavens shall laugh. He shall scatter the wicked with the breath of His mouth. He shall lift the righteous from the pit,

"I was wondering if Hecate told you about a book called Knowledge?" I froze in his arms, the mention of the book making my stomach tighten. I looked up at him, and his gaze softened as he noticed the shift in my expression. "So she did. Actually, there are ten parts to it. I have one, and the rest are scattered across the world. So—" He set me down in the tub, and I couldn’t help but feel a little out of my depth in the intimacy of the moment. The water started to fill around us as Hades kept speaking.

"Yes, I was free to come and go wherever I wanted. Both there and here on earth." He said, still smiling as if he had just won his favorite Christmas present." The Creator divided our paradise between nine heavens; what you could call planets. But we don't have princes and rulers like hell. The Creator is absolute, but he delegates functions to a few soldiers of his most powerful army. Those fallen angels who became receivers of some sin were once lethal soldiers and necessary to maintain order in our world. And they fell to the ground after rebelling beside Lucifer, and acquired the punishment according to their sinful actions in paradise.

“How much does he even owe your family?” “You really want to know?” “Yes.” “A hundred million dollars.” My breath got caught up in my throat. How could Papa owe the Bratva such an amount? “Got anything to say?” His brows raised in a mocking tone. “Whatever!” I turned my back on him and pretended like I was asleep when I wasn’t. My mind kept pondering on how my Papa could owe the Bratva such an amount. “Look at me, Ava.” Vincenzo called in a deep voice, sending a pool of warmth into my stomach.

He stumbled forward, hands trembling as he picked up the envelope. The flap wasn't sealed, and he tipped it upside down, spilling crisp bills over the white sheets. Not too much, and not too little. Just enough to pay him back, even accounting for inflation and interest, calculated to perfection. He fumbled for his phone, dialing her number with shaking hands. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service…" No one picked up. Then, he called his assistant, voice hoarse and on the verge of breaking, "Find Tanya! Use every resource we have, and search the airports, train stations, and the docks! Find her!'

Then she added more seriously, “They’re heavenly beings created only to carry out God’s missions. They’re not like fallen angels who became demons here on earth. They’re faithful to God, obedient, and will never commit sin or do anything forbidden by Heaven.” Gavriel slowly nodded. “You’ve learned a lot about them in such a short time.” “I have,” she agreed softly. “I’ve been having visions and dreams that help me understand things. And besides… Elior left us a copy of the Book of the Law of God. That helped too.” “How about my angels?” Gavriel asked.