Astral Apostle Novels & Stories

The subsequent Rank field denoted life stage. The astral realms employ a meticulously structured hierarchy: Lower, Middle, Upper Transcendent Legendary, Epic, Demigod Lower, Middle, Upper God, Chief God, Supreme God Eternal Life These twelve stages form the Eternal Twelve Steps. Eternal Life itself is held by only nine, shrouded in mystery and rarely subdivided. Below Eternity, eleven steps divide into thirty-three ranks, each step encompassing three sub-stages. Logo’s rank was Third-Class Knight Apprentice—essentially “zero-stage.”

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

I gestured down, “..this is different. My seed is the source. That’s how I heal.” Khaled’s eyes narrowed, curiosity flickering behind that unshakable confidence. “You mean... you give yourself to heal?” “Exactly.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but the truth felt too raw, too exposed. “They call me the Apostle of the God of Lust. The power flows through me. When I give it, I empty myself. It’s... draining, but worth it.” He let out a low whistle. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Gods choose only one apostle, huh?”

The young cherubim was so astonished with the fact that an apprentice angel who was an heir to the seven pillar’s seat smiled at her that she failed to notice the chilling gaze of his stormy ashen eyes as if all the depravity of the Heavenly World were swirling behind his thick silver lashes. “Hi! Just call me Sky. May I know when the seven pillars will arrive?” asked Apollo Sky. His voice was gentle like every citizen of the Benevolent World thought of. If only they knew that he was on the verge of betraying his kin because of a Halfling, not because he liked her in a romantic sense of the word but because she was someone he could never be and just by looking at her, it was like he was seei

Asteria D´Angelo My head lulled, and I cursed the day I thought Mason could be a potential partner. Deep down, I knew he was just after me because of my status. He doesn´t care about me, and the main proof of that is that he is just not stopping, not caring a fuck about me not being willing to do this. I know about the prophecies Grandpa Maurice wrote about us. I am the Priestess. I am the one who can communicate directly with our goddess. I am a healer by nature, and I will have to fulfill our goddess´s special mission when the time comes.

“The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.” The Angel of Death, commonly known as Alistar in Moon Goddess' Kingdom, led a rebellion against the Moon Goddess because of her affection towards the supernatural species. One of Alistar's things was mating with a woman, Trinity, destined to be the mother of dark magic. Through that mating, Trinity received a considerable amount of dark magic in her arsenal.

yes i know, I'm such a jerk for a prince. "Nervous?" I almost jumped from my position. His voice from my back feels like I've been electrified and it made me feel weird. There's no way I'm going homosexual with him! "Don't be such a d*ck Luther" I angrily spat. He just laughed in amusement when-- "Harris Esqroic and Luther Astrix please join arena 4!" This really is doomsday!

He spoke in a hesitant tone. "What happened to him," I questioned unexpectedly, my gaze fixed on his. Instead of making an apologetic face. He burst out laughing and exclaimed, "I annihilated his soul. Isn't it true that I'm amazing? I can touch objects and destroy someone else's soul. I want to be able to touch you someday." He then gave me a cold chill as he looked at me with his demonic-possessed eyes. As I inadvertently released my thoughts, a sound snapped within my mind,

"Your own path?" Marcus scoffed, shoving Layon away and releasing his t-shirt, "You are your father's son. What other path is there?" The salt-and-pepper-haired alpha glared at Layon with such distaste that Layon was certain he wasn't going to like what came next. Sucking in a deep breath, Layon prepared himself for all he was about to admit. "I would never have found Reebah without the help of Angel Hale." That's when Marcus's eyes did turn utterly black, so black in fact that the whites entirely disappeared and Layon knew that the alpha's wolf was just barely being restrained. Though he had fought his father several times to train

“The moon goddess?! Haven't goddess Paramethra and goddess Sol been enemies since the dawn of creation?” “Yes, they are, which is why the goddess of Earth took advantage of the situation and devoured the pack, as that is the White Moon pack with all pure white wolves members, but no one survived after the so-called purification of Paramethra. That's why they are called the ghost pack.” “But, given Alpha Chaste's wounds, do you think they returned? Or was goddess Sol able to save some of them? And now they're lurking in our territory, ready to harm our Alpha.”