Apotheosis Book Novels & Stories

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

But his eyes were stunned, as he sees something bizarre, something… beyond earthly… The Distortion. Green fields full of vegetation, sky dyed in all blue, deep oceans abundant in life, a time where dusts of light called stars make a beauteous scenery and merges together with the moonlight, all that only exist inside the DEOS - the only existing book and is said to have recorded how the Creator shaped nonentity into a masterpiece, the only source of knowledge about life, and also the reason why people are deprived of the right to know- It is said that the book was left by the Creator to conduct order and laws. But no one really knows.

In the center stood a grand pedestal, upon which rested an ancient tome. Leori and Adonis approached the pedestal with a mix of reverence and anticipation. The tome beckoned to them, its pages filled with the accumulated wisdom of generations past. As Leori opened the book, the words inscribed within seemed to come alive, whispering secrets of forgotten realms and uncharted possibilities.

May the Goddesses by with you through your life Blessed Be My blessed children Blessed Be. Ravenclaw Coven 0001 A.D.

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

Warm and metallic, the taste of something internal giving way. My hands were pressed flat against the cracking crystal, but I couldn't feel them properly — couldn't feel much of anything properly, because my body was doing something bodies are not supposed to do. Coming apart. Not violently, not with pain that screamed, but with the slow, terrible inevitability of something being reclaimed. Blue Aether rising through my skin from the inside, scattering into the wind in shimmering fragments, piece by piece, the edges of me becoming light and then becoming nothing. And Vaelor.

A sentence spoken the way executioners speak a name: calm, final, and already happening. He shut his eyes, drawing a careful breath through his nose, tasting ash and incense and old magic on the air. The throne room still carried the echo of Adelaide’s heat—gold-laced fire threaded through the heavier scent of brimstone and iron that always clung to Apollo. The incense sat sweet and rotten at the back of his tongue, as if heaven’s perfume had been burned and scraped into the air as punishment. The old magic had a metallic edge, like blood on a coin.