Descended From Divinity Ch 1 Novels & Stories

A translucent veil of silver flame shimmered around them both—remnants of their intertwined essence. Michael’s voice resonated with impossible force, carried on the wind like the song of prophecy long buried. > “Let all who have heard the falsehoods know this: the divine never asked for altars built on bone. The gods never asked for silence in place of truth. And I—witness to the beginning and now to the end—return to give this judgment its blade.” The Bishops, once perched like vultures beside the Elders, began to retreat. One by one, their masks faltered. Their blessings, once unquestioned, cracked under the eyes of those they ruled. Murmurs rippled through the gathered survivors.

She was a descendant of the Nine-Tails Emperor, so wouldn’t that make her Chantelle’s junior and related to his senior, Frostine? He had to save her no matter what. Most importantly, he despised the Divine Heir of Olympus for his notoriety. When he heard about Shirley, he felt that the Divine Heir was problematic and had immoral core values. Now that Alex had seen him in person, he was in a worse mess. ‘Since I’m here, why don’t I reap a life before going back?’ Alex had thought so. He looked closely at the Divine Heir, Ale, and found that his cultivation level was just that of a Heavenly Immortal… Huh? Why did he use the word ‘just’? Had inflation become that bad?

" I didn't respond. The excitement I felt had already made me work up. I would have laughed out loud now if it weren't for the fact that I was raised not to reveal any emotions on my face over the years. Perfect! Now that Oliver confirmed that he would beat me like Alexander beat Charlotte if I disobeyed him, all I had to do now was wait for the right moment. As long as he hit me, I would have a reason to unleash the demon that I had suppressed inside me for many years! Since I truly looked forward to the moment I counterattacked him, I was very disobedient for the first time. I got rid of the me who constantly had a pleasant smile on her face and ignored everything Oliver said.

"I don't know whether demons are real or not, but when I read the legend of the formation of Lithonia, I realized that there are many things in this world that I have never met. Devils, just like Gods. They are not the same as us, ordinary humans. But there is one fact that I knew a few years ago about the kings who once ruled Lithonia. The first king was a descendant of Gods, it made him inherit a very large and often hidden mysterious power. The fact that only the descendants of the first king could inherit that power. But until now, I don't know what kind of secret power the royal descendants possessed," "Divine power? does it have something to do with the mysterious storm that hit Lithon

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

"We are direct descendants of your nature and prowess! I am Dark, Lord of Divinity! She is my wife, Phuture, Goddess of Divinity! We humbly ask for your gracious benefits to restore our spiritual energy!" Dark's spiritual energy flowed from the bible, illuminating the classroom with an aura of glistening black and orange hue. They watched while the energy's aura continued its circular motion around the room, until it came crashing down on Dark and Phuture simultaneously. The duo's location changed after the aura crashed down on them from the ceiling. Phuture's intelligent guess was that they'd been transported to a world of divinity, but confusion wouldn't falter her from an attempt to retur

The Flow whispered softly through the soil and wind, and for the first time in his existence, he felt not the urge to burn, but to belong. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … thrum … The rhythm no longer roared through him as power. It pulsed through him as life. --- The Descent from Divinity In the days that followed, the Flame Child wandered through the valley without halo or heat. The Children no longer bowed when he passed; they smiled, waved, and offered him bread baked with warmth, their small kindnesses grounding him more than any worship ever had.

He looks at me as though seeing me for the first time. “You are not merely descended from alphas.” I swallow. “Then what am I?” His voice drops to a whisper. “You are descended from the Moon Goddess herself.” The words ripple outward like a shockwave. Someone in the distance gasps. Draven’s hand tightens around mine. “That’s impossible,” I breathe. Malrik shakes his head slowly. “There are old legends. Of a bloodline chosen to carry a fragment of her essence. A sovereign line. Not ruling by pack law, but by divine right.”

Millions? The priestess smiled faintly, hearing my thought. “Time is irrelevant when you stand before eternity. But yes, it has been long, so long that your kind has forgotten. The old gods’ names are dust. Their temples, ruins. Their power, sealed.” “Then… why show me this?” I asked quietly, almost pleading. Her eyes softened. “Because you carry the blood of one who ended it.” I blinked. “What?” “You are a descendant,” she said. “Of the one who saved the universe from collapsing completely. The prophecy speaks of his seed, the child of his bloodline who would one day save us.”

the voices intoned, “then let it prove its worth. Face the Judgment of Origin.” The floor beneath Soren’s feet split open—revealing an endless abyss filled with swirling constellations. From its depths, something ancient began to rise. It wasn’t a being. It was the first god—the one that existed before creation, before the Council, before even Travian. Travian’s voice faltered. “Soren… that’s not a trial. That’s oblivion.” Soren’s lips curled. “Then let oblivion learn how love fights back.” He opened his palm. His heart—Travian’s heart—blazed like a newborn star.