Romans & histoires Descended From Divinity Chapter 1

The birthing sanctuary's memory lingered in his mind, a beacon of hope in the tumultuous storm that surrounded him. _______ **Chapter 16 (Continued): Prophecy Unveiled** The world trembled on the precipice of chaos as the prophecy's ominous whispers loomed closer to fulfillment. The battleground, a tumultuous canvas of clashing forces, reverberated with the echoes of a destiny foretold. Seraphina, her presence ethereal and commanding, stood at the forefront, a beacon of strength amid the impending storm.

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.

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.

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.

Through divine authority, I searched for the source but found only absence—void where being should be. "Who are you?" Luna demanded through all seven stations simultaneously. "I am what predates divinity," the voice replied. "Before the first goddess imposed order, I was. When reality was pure potential without structure, I thrived. Your organized ascensions are removing those who would oppose my restoration of primordial chaos." The Neverwere recoiled in impossible fear. "Not-that-was-before! Shouldn't-be-that-wants-to-be-again! We celebrate paradox, but that celebrates nothing!"

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.”

But the war for her soul had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 14..

Jane shrieked and looked at the guest who had just spoken. Her eyes were full of terror, as if she had heard something horrifying. Her body trembled, and she could not help asking him again. "Who did you say Milly is?!" "The Lycan King's daughter. She left to train five years ago and only came back a few days ago. This banquet is held in conjunction with her succession ceremony," the guest repeated himself before rolling his eyes at Jane. "By the Moon Goddess… You didn't even know who she was and you treated her like an orphan? This must be the joke of the century."