Book Of Revelations Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

I looked at Raziel who was already talking to his brother with a hand on his shoulder and a sneer on his face. Ramses was crying, and was determined not to let Ambrosia go. The other brother, Raphael, with the silver eyes, was still throwing everything he could muster at my shield. Master Rowen was trying to combat Ramses’ fireball and release Ambrosia. Just then another Reaver appeared and started throwing magic towards my shield. This was turning into a shit show. The ritual had already started, the spell was almost complete, and my shield was not in the best of conditions. I stole a glance at Ambrosia and I could see she had her eyes closed and was chanting something under her breath.

The man answered and Rick frowned, He rushed and grabbed the man without pity. " Then where is the book of revelation you scumbag, Rumors have it that you have the Book of Revelation in your possession, If you don't want to tell me where it is, I will need the Book to find it out myself, Where is it? " Rick asked. " Someone stole it " The man answered and Rick aggressively smashed him hard on the ground, Rick's eyes darkened and his claws grew even more longer, Silent ensured as he ripped off all the hearts of everyone in the hall.

I exhaled shakily and turned another page. That was when Pelin suddenly froze. “Manolya.” Her voice had changed. I barely looked up. “If this is another dead end, I swear—” “No,” she whispered. “Look.” She shot to her feet so fast the cream sofa cushions shifted beneath her, and I nearly choked on my tea. “Elhamdülillah, look. Look!” (Praise be to God) Pelin squealed. I coughed, setting the cup aside as Pelin bounced in place, clutching a thick, old book I hadn’t seen before.

And somewhere in the dark, a hidden intercessor whispered one phrase into the night: “They’ve come. The ones who remember the real altar.” End of Chapter 12🤭 •Chapter 13 – The Remnant and the Revolt The invitation came in a dream. A voice, low and firm: “Come to the broken bell.” When James awoke, the air was humming again — like it always did before something sacred revealed itself. Eliora was already up, flipping through the blueprint. She paused at a symbol neither of them had noticed before: a bell cracked down the middle, surrounded by a circle of flame.

Now, I walked the crumbling path alone, feeling the stones call to me. Inside, the ruins whispered. Wind danced through the broken arches, and moss grew thick between shattered bookshelves. But something called from beneath the rubble—a glowing thread of energy I couldn’t ignore. I knelt and pushed aside stones until my fingers brushed leather. A book, sealed with iron clasps and etched with a crescent moon. I touched it—and the world blurred. Visions exploded behind my eyes. Fire and fangs. Wolves bowing beneath a star-filled sky. A woman—the woman—standing atop a mountain, howling to the heavens. Her voice split the clouds.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

"What did you just say? Why can't I understand you? How has Aurora become your wife? She's mine! Did she ask you to go along with her act because she didn't want her lies to be exposed?" Skyler barked out an exasperated laugh, too annoyed to even waste his breath explaining. He came toward Tyler and me, rescuing Calvin from Tyler's clutches. When he saw the footprint on my chest and the handprint on my face, he glared at Nelson. "You'd better have an explanation for what happened here." Nelson fell to the floor in fear. "I told Mr. Tyler that Madam Aurora is your wife, Mr. Skyler! But he refused to listen and kept saying that Madam Aurora cheated on him!"

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

Yet within that silence, he found something powerful: whispers. Not the whispers of men, but echoes that clung to books too ancient for sunlight. Volumes that shouldn’t exist anymore. Manuscripts bound in dark red leather, inked in languages older than the cathedral itself. At first, Arthur ignored them. Focused on restoring old texts, cataloguing records, organizing theological archives. But one book changed everything—"Sanguis Altarum." The Blood of Altars. He found it hidden behind a false panel, sealed with wax and scripture. The moment he touched it, something inside him snapped awake. Visions plagued his dreams afterward. An altar surrounded by shadows. A woman with Isabella’s eyes scr