Divine Entity Novels & Stories

“And his innate divine collection is half opened, and he has three pulses, which is nothing like we’ve seen in this world. He’s a natural-born god. If he’s not an offspring that had been carefully bred by someone super strong, he may be a reincarnation instead! So, Master, when you said that he lost a leg previously, but now he has a healthy limb, it’s because of the regenerative function of his divine body.” The more Jade listened, the more her eyes were about to bulge out. “My son is a god?!” “You can’t be talking about myths, right?” Cheryl said. “Right, yes, I remember now,” Guilherme said. “My master once said that a god’s body has three pulses, and there are three sets in total, and th

*Then the room went soundless, all there are Taso and Elaine' voices speaking* I'll tell you the truth My name is the same, Tasoshi says but my identity you do not know, actually I am a God who was transmigrated here. What? You're a god, then you know everything in the entire universe, right? Yes, what do you want to ask? I'll ask you these, do you know who gave me my holy sword? Yes! And such a simple question It's my little brother The god of affinity Alpha saya. What do you mean your god, why is there another god? Ok then I'll tell you everything, there are 10 universes in the entire multiverse right now we're in the

And he left the room once again not before bolting the door from outside. After 3 Hours: She was sitting before the holy fire with that monster at her side and a priest chanting mantras... She was sobbing continuously but that fall on the dead ears. The priest asked them to take seven vows of togetherness... while taking rounds around holy fire she was a sobbing mess...and was unable to move... seeing this monster shoot fire from his eyes and with a warning, gaze shook her hand and start taking rounds pulling her mercilessly with him... and then he filled her hair partition with vermilion and tied the sacred black beads necklace around her neck... and with a monstrous grin speak near her ear

Why was Nirvana genuinely concerned about who Rhoda was and was always referencing her as Balqis? He pulled his phone, scrolled through his gallery for the only picture of Balqis he had, and pondered on it. How could they look the same without any difference? His mind flashed to Adonai whom he raised from the dead as a revenant, but to his best knowledge, he was the only one who knew the reviving spell. Still deep in these thoughts, some voices from upstairs made him pause. "Madam, you haven't..." Then his mind struck that thought. Why was Onika more loving and not hating on him like before?

"What do you know?" Ava's gaze swept over the compound, ensuring they were out of earshot of the others. "The Starfire is more than just a source of power," she began, her tone serious. "It's a conduit, a bridge between the physical world and the realm of the Divine." Vivi's eyes widened, her mind racing. "The Divine?" she echoed, the implications of Ava's words sending a shiver down her spine. "You mean... the gods?" Ava nodded, her expression grave. "Precisely. The Starfire is a gift, bestowed upon certain individuals by the gods themselves. It is a sacred trust, one that carries with it great responsibility and power."

"I was trying to ensure that the vessel that would eventually possess your divine body was kept safe and protected, so that nothing in this mortal realm would ever be able to end your immortal existence." Serena's divine form closes her eyes and exhales deeply, as if trying to contain the heavy amount of rage that is already building to dangerous levels deep within her supernatural consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, they blaze with otherworldly fury that makes the very air around them crackle with divine energy.

Once we finish our Initiation, we are giving a new name aside from the number we were given on the day we were recruited. Out of the 5 recruited each year, only 1 becomes a GHOST. The devil himself. The type you would send to wipe out a whole city without batting an eye for the innocents within. Born to never show weakness, to never miss a target, to never make a mistake and most of all, to never turn our back on Hexagon. A defense system to make sure they had all their assets in check. Rob Anderson is an asset, a Ghost before he rose higher in ranks and became a Baron, there are many like him, some were ghosts just like himself, now given high ranked works and a team at his disposal and oth

I heard it in the whispers of the wind, in the moans of the earth. All I had to do was get there and exact mercy on them. Yes, mercy. Because of corrupted and alien teachings, because of the way they had been brought up, those men had abandoned their true natures and weren’t really alive anymore. They simply existed, just like anyone who had killed the spark of the divine fire inside themselves. Not people, more like humanlike creatures. By killing them and returning their bodies to the ground, I would send their souls to the wheel of rebirth. Maybe next time, they would get lucky. But as for reaching them...

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

Every ounce of my reason rose up in opposition to this one core truth, but my heart bade me believe it. God is not just the breath of life that animates all living things. He is also a prisoner in His own creation. Just as a heavy cloud falls to earth as a thousand different drops of rain, God has entered the material world as a million different consciousnesses, each one perceiving itself as an individual entity. For this reason, we never realise our collective divinity, never see the material world for the jail it truly is, and this ignorance is the greatest form of tyranny. Even Heaven is a part of this snare, for it is but a way-station, a temporary respite from our journey back to becom