Battle Through The Heavens Novels & Stories

A pleading voice muted the heavy footsteps of the apprentice angel marching to the end of the Heavenly World. Apollo Sky the Loyal did not bother to look back at his aide, who was chasing him like a shadow. Though he did not mind his aide’s usual behavior, he did answer to his plea. “I am telling and am telling you once again, Yloh,” said Apollo Sky, “I am going to watch the Battle of Halflings with Matilda and that is final. Think of it as mending the torn connection between the Heavenly World and the Nether World. Watching the said event with a citizen of a Nether World would make the three worlds see that the benevolent Heavenly World was the first one to offer the laurel to the malevolen

Criss tried to get out of his seat. Rizki continued to walk towards Criss and was followed by a group of undead walking towards Criss. Criss tried to get up from his seat and he found an Indonesian Air Force helicopter approaching him. The helicopter gave light to see where Criss was and prepared to fire at the undead that continued to walk towards Criss. Dor! Dor! Dor! Dor! Dor! Dor! The shot hit the target and finally, the helicopter threw a bomb from the undead's direction.

“Please… stop calling me that.” Matthew was looking at her in surprise. “What do you…” “Stop calling me by that nickname!” Allison cried out, letting the tears finally fall from her eyes. “We’re not lovers anymore, Mattie… you have to stop calling me that… just…” Suddenly, the world swam before her eyes. It was as though the room was spinning, the ground tilting its way to meet her. Her body felt like it was burning, the heat spreading throughout her limbs like wildfire.

The battle against Belzebub, the Prime Prince of demons, was about to begin. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and only one side could emerge victorious. I steeled myself for the fight, knowing that our bond and the power of the scroll were our only hopes against this monstrous foe. The battle raged on, Belzebub's corrupted divine judge hammer flashing with dark energy as he swung it at us with a deafening roar. "Silence!!!" he bellowed, seeking to crush our combined form. But we dodged the attack with grace, our movements fluid and swift. As Belzebub's weapon swung through the air, we seized the moment to unfurl the heavenly scroll. A blindingly bright divine beam of light burst fo

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

His face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

------ The battle raged like a tempest unleashed. The Elders' sanctuary, once serene in its dark grandeur, erupted with light and fury. Resistance fighters poured in like a divine flood, driven by the will of their fallen, their eyes blazing with purpose. Their weapons—blessed steel, enchanted stones, ancient runes—clashed against the sorcery of the Elders, whose bodies twisted and warped into terrifying avatars of flame and void.

The battlefield was frozen in an eerie silence, as if the world itself held its breath. Above, the celestial plane shimmered—a cracked sky spilling silver light into the mortal realm. Liora stood facing her brother, Caelum, on a vast expanse of swirling stardust and shadows. Below them, wolves of light and darkness clashed in a frenzied dance of blood and fire, oblivious to the fate being decided above. “Caelum!” Liora shouted, her voice trembling. Her golden eyes burned with a desperate light as she gripped her twin blades, each glowing with the essence of the Moon Goddess. “Don’t let him take you completely. Fight it. Fight, Vaelor!”

His voice sounded foreign. Christopher stepped closer, leaning on the rope. “Mercer! Stop, now!” But Kai seemed deaf to him. He pressed forward: left, right, body shot, head movement. The combinations were flawless—too flawless. They belonged to the battlefields and underground rings that had forged him. Aria backed away, blocking where she could, but Kai’s weight was crashing in full force. Another strike hit her ribs. The pain shot sharp, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Kai!” she cried desperately. “Enough!”

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.