Descended From Divinity Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Her heart beat full of hope, as she approached the Greater Archon with caution but determination. In her fantasy, the Archon extended his hand towards her, and in that instant, a current of divine energy ran through her being. An indescribable feeling of connection and belonging enveloped her. The divine soul of the Greater Archon merged with hers, intertwining their destinies and granting her eternity.

Until finally, he stood in the center of the chapel ruins, panting, bleeding, surrounded by the bodies of beasts. And then silence. But not relief, no, something else was coming. Something worse, the earth cracked. The altar split in two, and from beneath it… a voice. “John Crowe.” It wasn’t the monsters, it wasn’t the priestess. It wasn’t even the curse, it was the original Alpha. The First, and he was rising. John staggered back as the altar cracked open, the stone groaning as if it were alive. Heat surged up from the abyss beneath it, a deep, pulsing warmth that smelled of ash and ancient blood. Sarah ran to his side, grabbing his arm before he could fall completely.

I closed my eyes, letting the creatures drift closer until they seemed to dissolve into my body. A blinding surge of light washed through everything—then, abruptly, there was nothing but darkness. Divine lineage… The term drifted up in my thoughts like something long submerged, vague and incomplete, yet carrying a faint sense of recognition I couldn’t fully place. I had only ever encountered it in ancient writings and half-forgotten tales—stories of divine bloodlines, the legacy of the gods, and the remnants they left to those who came after them.

The walk to the Deep proper was silently brisk. You could feel the urgency in Gilly as she and Little Sister descended into the planet’s crust. Little Sister struggled to keep up, kicking her tiny wings to help her maintain pace. Little Sister was a higher being, not a royal, but definitely an Elder. At least that is how Mother put it when she explained the diverse kinds of beings created along our ancient timeline of quiddity. Mother said Little Sister had been brought into existence long before even she herself had been made. Rumor held that the late Princess Lillet had fashioned Little Sister with her own hands centuries ago.

Explained Hong Di. After hearing what Hong Di had explained, Zhu Wushang had come to a realization. What he had thought was spot on! The only difference between the Ascension Realm cultivator soul and below the Ascension Realm cultivator soul is the spark of divinity. It could be said that the Ascension realm is the start of the journey toward the true god and the one who could reach this realm before the spirit qi in the lower realm increases is just one in 100,000 people.

she stood up straight in the chair at the last part, she was being stubborn and it was adorable. I stood up from my chair and walked over to the other side of the desk, leaning back on it near her, her eyes didn’t leave me for a second, “Every living soul is born with angelic blood, the first couple to conceive were fallen angels, and so, every soul has the purest blood and soul at birth, only tainted by sins once they are committed by one’s free will,” I tilted my head and shrugged my shoulders, “maybe, also, with a little help from a whispering demon in their ear,” I couldn’t help my devious grin.

The divine pronouncement declared to the enchanter, “Magic is bestowed to you, Enchanter…Magicae datur Maga…. Disobey the Divine One and worship the enemy despite what had been done, beseeching will be pointless and so forever magic will elude humankind…ut magicae perpetuum eludant omnes homines. What had been given is truly a gift; it will not be returned.” The enchanter retreated backward, kneeling together with her people, and cried out, “Thy gift will be well received! Curse us if we were to disobey you and adore your enemy!” “The Divine One gave heed to our prayers!” The embodying spirit stood enclosed in embers. “Take advantage of the gift as freewill has been given…Accipe donum quo

As I moved, the air crackled with energy, a palpable tension hanging in the balance and then, as if in response to some unspoken command, they all fell to their knees. Men and women of varying ages bowed before me, their eyes filled with reverence and awe. Some had already embraced their wolf forms, their primal instincts laid bare for all to see. It was a sight that filled me with a sense of wonder and humility, as if I stood on the precipice of something greater than myself. In that moment, I realized that I was no longer merely Mikalya, but something more. Something ancient and primal, woven into the very fabric of existence itself and as I looked upon the faces of those who knelt before

They sighed and said, "Surprisingly, unexpectedly, this little girl is a descendant of the Divine." Xiao Chen was also surprised. The Divine was an ancient clan which lived in heaven's realm. He never expected the blood of the Divine flew in her body. Did she inherit her mother's blood which was awakened today? All of a sudden, he felt something wrong. Even if Liu Fenghuang had the blood of the Divine, she was no match for Patriarch Guanshan. So he shouted, "Don't go!" However, it was too late to stop her. Liu Fenghuang spread her wings and rushed high into the sky like a flame.

Eventually, she stopped asking. One afternoon, while dragging water through the Upper Tier, she paused outside a classroom. The heavy stone doors stood slightly ajar. Inside, pale apprentice gods sat rigidly at black desks under the severe gaze of an instructor tracing glowing symbols across a slate of crystal. "...The First Divine War reshaped the heavens..." the priest intoned. The apprentices repeated the mantra in chilling unison. The girl stood silently in the shadows. She watched the glowing shapes, listening intently as the children chanted. Her mind, desperate to make sense of her prison, began linking the sharp lines to the spoken sounds.