Astral Apostle Mga Nobela at Kwento

The battle will begin today, and only one of us needs to stay and it would be me. I heard voices from above and they were all cheering. I can hear the metal screeching and It seems that they are preparing for the war. The spiritual war that will happen today. The spiritual war happened billions of years ago and will happen again now, not because we need to know who is mightier but to bring balance on earth. I need to end his ambition of being a god because he will never be one. The thunder roared and the heaven split. The angels from heaven fly down like lightning. The help is here and I am no longer outnumbered. The war between me and my brother started. While I keep an eye on Maria. I will

“We-Well.. it seems.. by bestowing my power, you are automatically an apostle of High God.. it won’t change even if I already take it back.” “...An apostle.. of High God..” Audelia muttered the words as a weary sigh escaped her lips. “..I have become a monster in the end huh..?” “How rude! It’s not a monster you know, being an apostle of High God will give you many advantages!” Ultimia protested. “And that includes a long life, right?” Audelia replied, from the tone she used, weariness could be heard clearly. “Well.. doesn’t human always want immortality? This is a good chance!” Ultimia tried to persuade Audelia.

“I did not want you to take on that journey to Utzed,” said Astrapi, beginning his story, “But you were so angry with me, I knew you wouldn’t listen, so I joined the caravan as Suluu. It was easy enough as long as I didn’t let Thassa see me.”

“An Astral is a vampire or werewolf who possesses abilities that mostly concern the mind. They can read the minds of others—both our kind and mortals—except for Empaths and Thaumaturge. They can also cast illusions and mentally control others.” She crossed her arms while she sat on the nearby golden couch, embroidered with swirling designs and spiral shapes. “They are also said to be able to manipulate memories and dreams,” he resumed while unbuttoning his long sleeves. Rozelyn peered at him with incredulity. She can’t believe what she's hearing at this moment. She never thought that these things exist in the real-life world. She thought that it was only Edward Cullen and Lestat de Lioncourt

Of Castellanos blood. And then I stop. A man stares back at me from the canvas. He’s younger than many of the others. Late thirties, maybe. His hair is long, tied loosely at the nape of his neck. His face is austere—almost severe—but not cruel. Just… resolute. Like someone who has made a hard choice and will carry the burden of it to the grave. Something about his eyes makes my skin prickle. Beneath the portrait: Azrael Castellanos, 34th Priest. Alpha of the Moon’s Grace. The One Who Sealed the Dark Mage.

The ethereal leaves rustled with celestial whispers, echoing the harmonious frequencies that resonated through the astral dimensions. Victoria and Alexander, now custodians of a luminescent legacy, felt a profound connection to the celestial tapestry. The astral echoes projected by the Arbor of Astral Echoes became a testament to the enduring power of united souls and the transformative potential of astral enlightenment. As they gazed upon the celestial tableau created by their luminescent threads, a sense of fulfillment and purpose infused their united souls, propelling them to explore new astral horizons.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Alpha Stewart said, giving Blake a firm shake. Stewart, was the alpha of the Crescent Moon. By him stood an old friend of Selene, Caleb, her beta in the team she belonged to when working for Colonel Coelhelm. They took a quick glance towards each other and acted as they were strangers meeting for the first time. By their side stood their Luna Macy. She greeted Selene with a tight squeeze. Even though it was their first time meeting, Selene felt at ease with the way they were greeted. She returned the gesture greeting everyone as they met for the first time. Including Caleb. They greeted each other as if it was their first time seeing each other.

... ‘Anito of the Blood?’ ‘Follower of the God of Fire?’ She remembered this detail because the latter was being paid attention to by her younger sister Tala, Goddess of Constellations. If Hanan’s hunch was correct, the uninvited visitors, including the Kapre, were strays that got pitted by a follower of that fellow Skyworld deity. She slowly and gracefully moved closer to the edge of the cliff top. “How impudent.” Her voice echoed softly, capable of enchanting any mortal and god from realizing how contradictory her words were to her tone and expression.

I can't help but grit my teeth when the stinky blood of a rogue wafted heavily on my nose. "Dear ancestors, hear my plea. Help me find the rogues and the Ravens. I have here the blood of a rogue and something that belongs to the Raven. Help me find them. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti , Amen! " Elena said and then she slowly closed her eyes. I just stared at her and waited for what would happen next. But after a while, I still don’t see anything happening in my surroundings. I don't know but I'm expecting the same thing would happen just like the first time I brought Elena here and there's a strong wind that I feel like my soul just left my body.