Descended From Divinity Ch 1 Novels & Stories

“…Huh. You have no idea how rotten can humans become, don’t you? At the 7th generation of humans… women at that era, are the most beautiful women that have ever born. They were just so beautiful that some of the original angels under God of Creation had to curse themselves to become fallen angels just to mate with them.” Saying that, he sits on the chair, looking at us. “N…” “Nya…?” Restia and Felix inadvertently leak out a surprised look. After he took a glance at them, he then looks at me with his brows furrowed. “Hmm…?” My… seems like you know that there’s not only one fallen angel.” “…Yes,” I replied. “Dad also taught me the meaning of my name.” “Well, then.” He looks at Restia. “Do you

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

“And I don’t know how I’m going to survive. I have no money. My father doesn’t even support me, instead he has his dear son bossing me around and ruining my life.” Damon’s gaze didn’t waver. “I came here to take you. Let’s go.” Before I could argue, he took my hand and led me outside. His grip was steady, firm, as though he wasn’t going to let me fall apart no matter how much I wanted to. He opened the car door for me, then slid in beside me. The drive was silent. I was drowning in my own thoughts, and he seemed just as lost in his. Finally, the car slowed, pulling into a private estate. My eyes widened at the sight of a stunning house nestled among manicured gardens. For a moment, I thought

He slowly turned his head to look at Carl, who stood to the side. His nose twitched slightly as a familiar aura, etched into his soul and bones, surged in through his nostrils, instantly overwhelming the primordial source of Chaos's raw desire for destruction. That aura was clear, vast, and supreme, like the rules of the heavens above the firmament, like the fundamental order governing all things. It was the aura of the Master he had followed for countless eras and awaited through billions of years of slumber. He was Chaos, one of the divine beasts born at the opening of the primordial world, destined to bear the heavens and serve as their mount. And within the seemingly ordinary young man C

"I am the origin point of all supernatural forces that have ever existed across any reality. What you call magic, what you term strength, what you celebrate as bonds of love and loyalty, all of it was once unified within me, part of my singular being." I stood before this cosmic entity with my children flanking me, feeling time itself bend and warp around the absolute truth of its words. The revelation struck me with the force of a physical blow. Everything we had built, everything we had become, everything we had fought to protect had its roots in this primordial consciousness. "You're claiming to be a god?" Alexander asked, his elemental flames flickering uncertainly as they responded to h

“That is a *Summon.*” Kael turned, brow furrowed. “Summoning what?” “Not what,” the Firstborn replied. “**Who.**” A silence followed. Heavy. Chilling. “Then say it,” Aria said. The Firstborn faced her. “The one who wrote the first name. The source of the gods. The origin of fate. The weaver of all Realms.” Even the wind seemed to still. “**The Creator.**” Rowan’s mouth went dry. “Why would something like that come here now?”

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

The Thirteen Fallen Gods & Their Bloodlines "From their ash, we rose. From their blood, we were born." A ripple went through the room as everyone leaned forward. Professor Valewyn’s voice dropped to a reverent hush, like she was sharing a sacred truth. “Each god ruled a fundamental force. When they were destroyed during the Divine War, their essence splintered, embedding fragments in mortals. Those fragments became bloodlines. Every godblood born today descends from one of these divine sources. Whether you know it or not.” She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire.

"The four elements do not come on their own. The come from the mother of nature. That, my fellow Saint is the center of it all. The are five descendants of Anak present on earth. Chaos is an understatement of whatever is about to befall on Eden." Lightening stroke and thunder rumbled, "He calls." Another angel appeared from behind them. He was leaner than the others and had light curly blonde hair. "I'll suggest you do not do anything to interfere in the matters of the fallen. The Lord is never wrong." He gazed through the silver lining and saw the connection grid line; his expression was clouded with disgust as he stepped back, as if the view burned his gold irises, "Along now, can't keep t

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.