Descended From Divinity Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I sat back against the wooden wall, the sea breathing steadily beyond the window, and the soft breeze blowing my long hair. I closed my eyes and reached inward, careful, deliberate. I did not start at the beginning. I could not. The first page still burned. I started from the middle. That was where she wrote about love. The fallen angel, Corin came first. She wrote of him like a miracle that fell from the sky. He lost a wing for her, literally and willingly, and never once blamed her for it. He chose her before he knew what she would become.

Layla grabbed her phone from her pocket, checking the screen. A message appeared that read: Welcome, Initiate. You now stand among the chosen descendants and the blessed of Olympus. Elysium Academy exists beyond mortal reach, hidden in the cradle of the gods’ last sanctuary. Here, divine bloodlines are trained to master their inherited gifts and to uphold the Balance between the mortal and immortal realms. The Six Great Houses of Elysium • House of Zeus – The Stormborn: Commanders of sky and lightning. Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction.

He found none, the innocent eyes just as bemused as they all felt. He gave a snort and wafted his hand. "Fortune favours you. I fear your purity will lead you down a dark path, but what do I know? Some fare well and, as much as I despise saying it, I hope that will be your fate, however, I have seen many a good one fall. Temptation is stronger in the land of the Gods." --- Whether or not one could describe aiding the birth of a demonic hound a menial task was something to be debated. The great beasts were a strange breed, possessing both masculine and feminine abilities.

So Peyton to her that is a lie because the bloodlines that we carry are directly from the goddess of our families her is the order and who our mothers are you are our family descendants, The Maiden or the goddess Diana is my mother and she is the first witch of our bloodline mother , second is Mother Selene she is the mother of Destiny and the first witch of her bloodline and then the crone she is Aspyn’s mother and the first of her bloodline we are the cousin of the first three witches ever we are there daughter born to bright balance back to our world and guide the new generations to come. We are immortal and we are strong and powerful. Peyton made her speech and we look at her with pride

“What’s the difference? Tabby asked. “Quasi-True Divinity is half of a True Divinity. One ascends only when you breach the threshold of becoming a True Divinity. Blake must have been preparing to skip into True Divinity in a single breakthrough, but with the coming situation, he can only break through to the Quasi-True Divinity realm. Before the True Divinity Realm, accurately speaking, one is just a quasi-deity. He is not considered an Origin Deity Realm martial artist until he transcends to the True Divinity level and ascends.” Maia continued with her explanation. Some women understood, but it went over their heads for younger ones like Linsey, Francine, Kelly, Betty, and Carol.

"I know that we demons are the strongest in the alliance. But are there other creatures stronger than us?" "Yes there is. We have the angels who we descend from." "We descended from angels?" Theodore asked in shock. He hadn't heard of this before, it hadn't been taught in the academy. "Yes, we descended from angels. Thus matter isn't well known, and we don't teach about it in the academy." "Why?" "Because it is a shameful matter."

"My God..." "No," the First Human answered instantly. "Not God." The valley fell dead silent. Ava’s pulse hammered against her ribs. If it wasn't a god, then what was it? The First Human answered the unspoken question before she could ask. "The last survivor." The words hit like a physical lightning strike. Everyone stared in horror, and even the gargantuan Hunter froze in the distance. For the first time, Ava finally understood the horrifying hierarchy of the cosmos. The Hunter, the First Human, and the magnificent civilizations that came before them—none of them were the beginning. They were all just survivors of something much older, and much worse.

" A chill ran down my spine. I finally understood why the women who were sent to the divine tree always returned to the village in a daze. They didn't participate in a ceremony that was meant to appease a god. Instead, they were sexually assaulted by this gang of beasts! I struggled wildly, but the concoction had stripped me of my strength. My resistance was basically nonexistent to them. "Get away from me!" Isaac grabbed my chin with his callused hand. He licked his chapped lips before saying, "Drop the act. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you? You were moving so enthusiastically in the hall earlier. No one will believe you even if you pretend to be chaste now."

And there's this prophecy that my father's people, a group of hags and cranks called the Synod of Ancyra, think that the child I'm going to give birth to someday is going to be the only way to save our race and give them back the power we once held. Based on this prophecy, to be exact: From the shadows of the ancient Forests, under the moon's darkest veil, a daughter of Sköll shall emerge, her fur as black as night, her spirit intertwined with magic's might. She bears the power to tip the scales, to sow either harmony's bloom or chaos's gales. The Keystone's path, a labrynth of fate, where destinies entwine and the future waits.