Apotheosis Novel Novels & Stories

Even if he tried to ask other gods who lived longer, he got an answer that I didn’t want to find anymore. ‘So, you must go to hell and ask the God of Death. I can’t help you find the answer.’ Well, about the abnormal life of human beings. A visit there would be the quickest way to find an answer. Apo was not the real name of a god-like him. And he, being a minor god, didn’t want to continue searching for answers. If predestination turns to an end, soon we will know what direction the curse will take next. “That’s right, the cake is probably almost done by now.” The white rooster blurted out with a look of appetite. But Rachata looked at him with an angry look.

As his illusory body collapsed to the ground, his original self vomited a mouthful of blood. The shattered vertebrae instantly recovered. In less than ten minutes, he was completely rejuvenated. “Not bad…” Sophie said smilingly, “Based on the information I received, even the Primordial Divine Ape Race need a long time to heal their injuries after performing Sacrilegious Ascension. You, on the other hand, managed to heal your injuries in less than ten minutes, so you can infinitely repeat the process. Right now, you are already at your eighth vertebrae. As such, you have enough time to break and reform all thirty-three vertebrae. When that happens, your physical body will merge with heaven an

Morpheus looked as shocked as I was. “My lady, are you saying that the mist wishes Callista to be a goddess?” he asked her, leaning forward in his seat. “Oh yes, child. It wishes her to be the goddess of itself. However, apotheosis is a long process and in her case it will only come into fruition when you two are married. As it stands, she is probably only immortal in the realms where the dark mist resides – here for example – and that is only because the mist wishes her to remain alive.”

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.

I whisper before touching her forehead with my index finger just as she did to Malcolm. She instantly begins to scream. Her folded wings stretch out and flap desperately as she claws at her face with her hands. I stand back up to watch as my enemy writes around on the ground. My curse slowly spreads through her body and her once grey skin turns to gold. "That's what you get," Beerus barks before sitting next to me. I smile at the joy in his voice. Like me, he probably knows that Octavius will be different after this. He will be able to feel and find happiness. The dark voice feeding his insecurities will be dead.

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.”

As we now walked into the woods to a nice opening just inside close to the school which from Reese’s house in more of the area considered the town it was only ten minutes away. Reese hurriedly texted I assumed Alex and I allowed my thoughts to wonder what Sophia meant by I had her support. Were they trying to make me the next High Priestesses? I didn’t think that was the way the moon goddess would go and in many ways hoped she wouldn’t. I felt dread inside me thinking of the idea of being in that house again and even more so in the room where Melina had lived all of what I remembered. It felt gross and disgusting and although I’m sure whoever the replacement was I would find my way there at

Third-person POV The corridors were quiet now, and the quiet was worse than the noise had been. Vaelor moved through the aftermath of what he had left behind him, every Vorathian who had come at him, bloodied, dead, in these passages now part of the floor, part of the walls, part of the dark basalt that had cracked and fractured alongside them, and felt nothing that resembled satisfaction. He had known it would be this way before he came. He had come anyway, because the war needed an end, and Veyra was here, and those were real and sufficient reasons. The part of him that had come hoping the violence would fill the absence had known it was hoping for the wrong thing and had hoped regardless.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

It painted him in fresh violence, until he stood not as a king of Hell, but as one of its ancient gods, risen blood-soaked from a sacrament no heaven would dare claim. Apollo inhaled. The scent hit first. Iron. Heat. Life ending.