Almight Novels & Stories

I got on my knees, put my hand on my chest; closed my eyes, and uttered with certainty, “Almighty, with the power of the orbs of life and death you gave on my father and transferred to me, I’ll ask your blessings for all the choices I will make in the future. May the orbs guide me through my journey. Please give me your strength, your grace, and the courage to defeat all evils. And give me the power to heal the broken lands caused by demons. I am Alice, the chosen Goddess of Change and now the bearer of the Orbs of Life and Death, with all my heart and mind, my body and my soul, please consider my sacrifices. Amen.” I fluttered my eyes open and the thick wind

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* She texted and that's what I'm doing right now. I'm on the flight. Flying back to Washington when I actually should right now say the yes word to my beloved. I can feel the pain she has right now finding out that the broom ran away from the altar. But I hope someday they understand. I try to get rid of this mind for now. It's hard and I'm struggling.

“I want to see what the royal blood will tell me. I want to taste it.” Archibald’s eyes widened. “So, you want it for yourself?” Massimo laughed. “Of course not! I just want to study it, not own it.” He turned away from Archibald and dramatically walked up the pedestal, towards his throne made of gold, lined with crimson velvet. “I have all the power I need from here,” he spread his hands atop the pedestal. “I am already a god of my own world. I am Akeldamo, the Blood God. And I am giving you my service to keep your woman safe.”

6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beautifully. Chimamanda was feeling hot inside her already, he was a sight to behold, the tingles in her were building up, he was making her speechless all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to give in. "I am a tough girl, no one messes with the Odenigbo's especially Chimamanda" she quickly says to herself.

Meanwhile, at the Celebrity Millennium Cruise Ship, Staff Captain Nathaniel was so busy doing his navigational report as they will be heading to the deepest Harbour in England, the Falmouth Docks. Falmouth Docks are deep-water docks of the town of Falmouth in Cornwall, England, United Kingdom. The docks are the southern shore of the Fal Estuary which is the third-largest natural harbor in the world and the deepest in Europe. Nathaniel needed to keep himself busy as he was so devastated by what was happening with his relationship with Kristina. He was so hopeful that her mother can convince Kristina to listen to him. He knew that Kristina cannot resist her mother's plead.

To the space where the roses still stood, silent and damning. The apartment settled into a silence that was no longer quiet. It was filled with the space between words, with the weight of secrets, with the sound of a fracture growing wider with every passing second. The celebration was over. The victory was meaningless. And the price of his moment of weakness was becoming clearer with every heartbeat: a life where he would always be a stranger in his own home, carrying a sin that he could never confess and never forget.

The moonlight painted silver streaks across the forest as Luna stood beside Kael at the edge of the border. The air was heavy, not just with the scent of night blooms but with the whisper of power—the kind that slithered into your bones and coiled tightly around your instincts. They were not alone. Shadows moved beyond the trees, too silent to be mere animals. Then, from the darkness, stepped Vaelith. He was taller than Luna remembered, his presence cloaked in elegance and menace. Hair black as pitch, eyes the color of liquid amethyst—he was beautiful in a dangerous, intoxicating way. The High Lord of the Eastern Lands, the Warlock King.

"Aurora?" he called out with a raspy voice. "Yes that's me." "Follow me inside." We followed him and walked through the small front door. What shocked me the most was walking into a mansion sized house. How can that be it is just a small run down cottage on the outisde, how could it be a beautiful mansion on the inside? I turned to look at Peter and the small dumpy man had gone and there stood a tall beautiful man. "I am an elf remember we all have different powers, mine is the power of glamour meaning that I can make anyone see what I want them to see and using it has kept me safe all these years." He explains.