Romans & histoires Apotheosis Book

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

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 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

"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?"

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

they murmured in haunting unison. Alex tightened his arm around me. "Stay close, Sophia. We don’t know what lies ahead." We reached a grand chamber, its walls adorned with exquisite carvings of battles, romance, and tragedies. In the center stood a pedestal with a book, its pages seemingly untouched by time. "The Book of Origins," Jerome whispered, awe evident in his voice. As I approached, the pages began to flutter on their own, stopping on a page with an image of two figures, eerily resembling Alex and me. Below the image was an inscription.

As if we hadn't already gotten enough surprises in that moment, the book talked. "You have opened the special book of the goddess. This book was created as a lasting miracle of Goddess Selene to her descendants before she ascended into the heavens to watch and protect you all. I am voithós, the helper which she left behind. She assigned me to your ancestors and because she knew that I was only a helper and I had no choice but to help whoever found me, she changed my form into that of a book and locked me up with powerful magic so that only one type of magic could open me up. The magic of true love, true love is pure and no one with evil intentions can ever be able to experience such a pristi

I smiled. I had neglected to tell them I had foreseen this, their bonding under the full moon in the sacred baths, a ritual that would give them the strength and power to face the demons that would wreak havoc throughout the realm. A ritual blessed by the gods, binding them in this life and the next, for eternity. “Where is Riocht, Odeia?” Mathias stiffened with his question. I had a feeling he already knew the answer. “Where they dare not go, through the forest of the dead, you will find the city once lost. Upon the throne, the chosen will sit and when their blood is spilled, a queen will rise and a new era will be born.”

I pushed my hands away from me, as if that would stop the madness of killing me. My breathing became laboured, I was gritting my teeth, trying to cope with this excruciating pain, and I was drenched in sweat. I needed to tap into Antone’s power, and quickly. I don't care what he said last time. It’s the only way right now to delay the inevitable. Before I could close my eyes to tap into his powers, Antone materialized in front of me on the steps. “Apocalypse, what is it?!” He asked, voice thick with worry. Instead of waiting for an answer, he scooped me up from the step in one movement. One arm under my knees and the other supporting my back.

More, and more. End of Book 1