Divine Card Creator Novels & Stories

I nodded at what Vivienne had said. A set of four cards landed in front of every witch in the coven. The white card gradually faded into black and flipped to the side of the card with the object I needed to materialize. The game was officially set in motion and all of the witches began muttering the chant under their breaths.

"How would you even tell what the cards are?" He showed her a card and the raised bumps on them that weren’t on regular tarot decks. "These have Braille on them." "Clever." He smiled. He was handsome with his full lips and big brown eyes. There was a guilelessness to him that reminded her of Aubrey. He placed cards in the Celtic cross spread. "Which card are you holding?" she questioned. He ran his finger over the bumps before saying, "The Lovers." The card had a couple kissing passionately. The man had a pair of white wings like the angels in people’s imagination.

The Lotus Divine Attack was developed by the legendary royal paragon known as Wildfire, and was a Star-grade divine technique that had no limits in terms of refinement. Through the consumption and absorption of the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, one could elevate it to the point of tearing the void with a mere wave, incinerating the sky and sea with a flick, and there would come a time where one could even reach for the stars and moons. In bygones era, Wildfire relied on that technique to make a name for himself throughout the entire Southsky. Even practitioners in Midland were familiar with the name 'Wildfire'. Had he succeeded in becoming a supreme saint, he might have cemented himsel

Yet, here was Khana, a painful reminder of a love he had chosen to bury deep within his heart. Clutching the rosary tightly, he continued his conversation with the Divine. His voice is filled with anguish. "Please do not torment me in the name of thy love, for I am barely holding on. This pain is too much to bear," he pleaded, his words resonating as though he were in direct communion with God.

Including the Card's passcode at that. However, what caught his attention was the certain information given about the creator of the Card that says: [Creator: Helix Nebula Pavilion] But that wasn't what intrigued him, it was the next texts provided by the system. [Error! The System has no information about the Helix Nebula Pavilion] What does that mean? The Scan Skill has idenfied the Card's Creator but it can't provide further information about it? The system clearly stated that it can provide information to the things that was seen, heard and identified by humans.

I said in frustration. “I'm being more useful than all of you put together, but you're not ready to accept that,” Daemon said. I'm afraid he's been the most useful of all; he's right. Divine blood only works instantly; it can't be studied or analyzed the same as the others. The gods have arranged it that way. Perhaps a conversation with your creator would be good at this time, Kate said. I looked at Marco. “That's all for today,” I said to the Gamma and ignored the vampire.

But as Jax stood there in the freezing hallway, his sharp, analytical Beta mind violently rejected the theory, piecing together the sick, twisted science of it all. It couldn't have been from the clones. Magic—true, pure, elemental power capable of blinding the Goddess herself—was tied to the spirit. It required a living spark. And that was the one thing Damon had never been able to manufacture. No matter how many embryos he engineered, no matter how many suspension tanks he filled, he could never force a soul into those empty, milky-eyed shells. Without a soul, there was no magic to harvest. The clones were just biological flesh. Useless.

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.

Seis looked at Chad solemnly and said, "But some had used the technique and became something else, like a zombie or a demon!" Chad sat up straight when he heard that. "Zombies?" "Yes, that's right." Seis nodded and sighed, looking toward the courtyard. "Just like the Mystic technique that I learned. My ancestor created the Divine Thought. It's something that can reveal one's heart and deceive the gods in the heavens. Now, I've truly attained Divine Thought, and I'm the master of Cloth Alley. With a wave of my hand, I can create clouds and rain." As Seis spoke, he waved his hand—dark clouds formed over Cloth Alley, followed by a downpour.

The first thing he did back in the real world was make a breakthrough in his strength. His lavish points could only benefit him if he used them. If he kept them, they would just be a string of numbers. David first spent two hundred lavish points to help his Body and Mind break through from Sacred level 10 to Divine Realm Pre-Deity level 1. Then, he spent ninety points to raise his Body and Mind each to Pre-Deity level 10. In this way, he spent a total of three hundred and eighty lavish points. Both his Body and Mind had reached Divine Realm Pre-Deity level 10.