City Of Heavenly Fire Novels & Stories

In the blink of an eye, it was like a flood of steel, rumbling, shaking the entire Ninth Heaven. "Get out and die!" An astonishing vibration and a terrifying voice instantly caused the demonic beast city to tremble. The city walls were shaking and cracking. The burning flames on the pile of white bones in the city seemed to be swept away by the strong wind and shook violently. At this moment, streams of surprised and doubtful Divine Awareness shot out of the city. A mass of dark clouds quickly gathered above the Demonic Beast City, enveloping the sky and the sun. Woo. A series of ghastly and miserable howls rang out in the city.

#The Quarter# #Los_Angeles# #The supernaturals# When I screamed harder, I meant the sex and not the entire relationship ♥Elena's POV♥ Once upon a time in a city named Los-Angeles, an explosion of heatwave erected in the air making every individual both supernatural and human squirmish and sweaty and that invited a long and lazy restlessness to the summer days. People paraded the city in wide-brimmed hats and kept trouping into the bar to order for iced drinks and liquors.

I do not wish to let anyone know about my plan, it is better it stays between me and myself. "The Odessa is a powerful empire and I don't think it is wise to offend them. We are not entirely sure if they were the ones responsible for the explosion. Let's not think irrationally" Christian spoke out from the crowd. He is one of the the good capos that I plan on keeping and what he said does make sense. Going against the Odessa is a wrong move but I'm the only one who knows what my initial plan is. "Something must be done!"

After a month of praying, the almighty God heard her. Nevea could still picture the fire that burned Hanna’s majestic home. The wildfire not only took Hanna’s wealth away but also ate her parents. And just like that, Hanna turned like her. An orphan without anything. As twisted as it sounds, Nevea felt a wave of pleasure knowing that the devil finally got punished. Sometimes, Nevea still felt amazed how kids at a tender age, like she and Hanna, could harbor a deep hatred that corrupted their hearts. “Hey, you are spacing out. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Hanna waved her hand in front of Nevea’s face, looking at her innocently.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

​The Horizon Gala was being held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the street outside was a chaotic sea of flashing strobes, shouting voices, and idling luxury vehicles. The rain from the previous weeks had left the air crisp and clear, making the brilliant white searchlights dancing against the limestone facade of the building look sharp enough to cut the night sky. ​Inside the warmth of the limousine, Vennessa felt the familiar, cold knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She could see the crowd of reporters pressed against the velvet ropes, their lenses glinting like predatory eyes in the dark.

Like a dried-up well. Nobody cared. Not about her. “A rootless cultivator isn’t a cultivator,” he’d said, gentle as if reciting poetry. “She’s a stain.” Her father didn’t even glance at her. Her brothers looked at her like someone finally lifted a heavy weight from their shoulders. So when a fire ripped through the estate—probably some rival assassin targeting the scripture vault—nobody looked for the disgraced third daughter. She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers.

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********