Novel & Cerita Apotheosis Book

God, I thought Caius had this book destroyed after what it did to Agron. I swallowed, looking at the thing with morbid curiosity. Elegant but still crude markings flowed out across the cover; I recognized them as cuneiform. On the surface were reliefs of strange creatures I’d never seen before and wolf-like beings. Whatever scene was being depicted, it wasn’t friendly. *It’s the Great War, the war with the deabru. These books are what they used to create the great gates from their world to ours and practice the evil magic that perverted the very essences of the soul. They were supposed to be destroyed on sight.*

I let myself be drowned by this pleasure he’s giving me right now. He fully removed the bathrobe that I’m wearing right now, only for me to realized that he’s looking hungrily at my body. I tried to cover myself up using my arms but he didn’t allow it. “Please don’t... You are wonderfully beautiful.” He started to kiss every inch of me again. And at this moment, I can feel the confidence over flowing through me. All my insecurities about my body’s flaws and imperfections had faded away. He caressed my breast, kiss my neck and everything. Until he finally stood up, looking at me with only a desire in his eyes.

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

"It's Alexander, thank you. You may proceed." "So, according to the book which I told you about. It's called the Galaxus. It was compiled by ancient idols and spirits and poltergeists and many more. We had from Jove, Poseidon, and damn, I even got from the goddess of wisdom, Athene..." "Just cut to the chase, will you?"

—rain began pounding against the windows. Elena froze. In her memory, the end had started with rain on Easter. But that was still more than a week away. Why was it coming early this time? And it wasn't just drizzle—the downpour was heavy. Does the apocalypse start ahead of schedule? Panic washed over her. She had been calm ever since her rebirth because she knew what was coming and how to face it. The disasters were terrifying, yes, but she had already lived through them once. At least she thought she knew the order, the timing, and the way things would happen.

It used the beads to drive Jonathan further into his obsession—into madness. In truth, the Blood of Essence of Echidna's descendants could never bring anyone back from the dead. Jonathan had been deceived. I had seen it with my own eyes. The prayer beads glowed gold, and Anna's face glowed too. It was something only I could see after my apotheosis. Of course, the mage could never raise the dead. At best, it could grant a brief return, letting life flicker for one last time. But… That wasn't nearly enough for me.

They pushed me to my death. This time, I'll make them kneel. “My own sister… you really killed me?” I still remember Camila's smile as she shoved me from a forty-story building into a swarm of monsters. My husband, Alejandro, watched without lifting a finger. But death wasn't the end. I woke up years before the apocalypse, back in the mansion where everyone treated me like garbage. This time, I wouldn't beg for love. I wouldn't sacrifice myself for family. And I certainly wouldn't die for a man who wanted me gone. Then my grandfather's mysterious pendant awakened a Soul Sync Farming System, binding me to Xiomara—a ruthless ancient warrior who could turn my body into a weapon. “Move asi

A name appeared. AONDONA. Sophia stared. “Who is Aondona?” No one answered. Then the book began writing by itself. THE HUMAN WHO IS READING THIS STORY. Sophia’s eyes widened. The First Silence looked terrified. Even Asterion stepped backward. The Father Beyond whispered: “Impossible.” The black book closed. Then reopened. A final sentence appeared: “THE AUTHOR HAS NOTICED YOU.” The sky went completely dark. And somewhere beyond every universe a human hand turned a page. End of Chapter 172 TO BE CONTINUED…

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

I thought of preparing to produce in large quantities of ancient godly pellet for Justine so I passed the forest at airport hills and picked some of the ingredients and went home. I thought of going through the remaining two books to access what the book contains. Having eaten some fruits to my satisfaction I sat down behind the three books. I didn’t waste much time on the elixir production book. I took the third book to look at the caption. Behold it was chanting for astral power to rule the world, all the episodes. I quickly began to flip through the book to check if the book really contains all the episodes. It was from volume one up to volume twenty. I couldn’t hide my excitement. But I