Divine Madness: Book Novels & Stories

"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

Then I laughed, i have lost my damn mind. I close the book. Toss it back on the desk. Turn off the light. I don’t expect anything to happen. But when I wake up the next morning… something has.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

The worst part was that the divine realm had actually forced that protector to die, filled with complaints. “Hahaha, what can you do? Right now I’m just the soul of a dead slave. And they—they couldn’t even defeat me when this god’s true body was unleashed! Do you think you alone can defeat me? No, right? So give up and go about your business without caring about anything that’s happening!” Hearing such provocative words only made the man angrier; he opened his book right before Da Hongli and the little dragon’s eyes. Uttering a few words the little dragon couldn’t understand, the book that had previously been white turned dark—and it wasn’t just the book that changed, but the entire state o

Sarah gave birth to two children: Dante and Evelyn Vanslord. Jo nearly dropped the book. "So that arrogant prick," she muttered aloud, "is the Moon Goddess's direct descendant." She shook her head, dazed. "What awful luck to end up mated to me." But just as she turned the next page... It was missing. A ripped seam, an ugly tear right through the story. The next surviving words chilled her: "Doomsday. Deaths of thousands. Never meant to be." Before she could make sense of it... "You know that’s a forbidden book," came a voice from behind her.

"Look, I gave angels free will as a foil to the puppet demons. What she chose to do is just that, her choice. You know I'll refuse to interfere. It's about time someone defied you, anyway." "You will interfere! She is to live the life I wrote for her." Fatia twirled one of his pens on his finger. His blue claws tapped the book. Kali looked to it. That book had infinite pages and the 7 pens he held each represented a realm. Heaven, Earth, Hell, Purgatory, the Nether-realm, Ethereal, and Kinata. Like most other gods he had given up on the tragedy that Earth had become. Fatia raised an impatient eyebrow. "Do I get some sort of acknowledgement?" Kali was silent and wouldn't even look at him. He

Chapter 197: Shattered Control DAMON'S POV I keep struggling. My body fights, but the magic is a weight, a pressure, suffocating, pulsing against me like an infernal rhythm that I can’t break free from. Isabella looms over me, a dark goddess cloaked in temptation. I want to scream, to roar, to break free from the hell she’s crafted around us. But I can’t. It’s like my body has turned traitor, betraying everything I stand for. Every inch of me, every primal instinct, is screaming against the madness, but I can’t stop it. I can’t stop her.

Cold spread slowly through my chest. Not fear. Recognition. Because there was only one person insane enough to make wolves worship him like a god. One person twisted enough to turn death into art. One person whose followers would rip apart entire packs just to write his name using blood. My jaw tightened hard. David spoke again. “Dominic.” “What?” “Tell me honestly.” His breathing sounded heavier now. “Do you think it’s him?” I looked around the room again slowly. The flesh. The blood. The madness dripping from the walls.

And that's enough to make me learn now. What I'm facing is far from romance and more painful. I snorted, looking at the psychology book. I put it back in the row and went back to looking for something interesting. Maybe contemporary novels, but I doubted that Sebastian had those here since most of what I saw were business, psychology, and a few history books. That's boring. I pulled out the back of a black-coloured book with no title. It didn't seem to be fiction or nonfiction—it was like a document book. Curious, I opened it, and there wasn't any title. It just had numbers 12-30. I didn't understand.

This cafe, was the only thing I held on to assuring myself that this horrible phase in my life would eventually come to an end and even if things don't go back to normal completely, at least I would be able to walk around freely without strangers pointing fingers at me and calling me a murderer. Unfortunately for me though, my hope is now nothing but ashes. Just like that, the only thing that kept me sane disappeared and all I see in front of me is a burnt down building and another murder case that is bound to add more fuel to the already terrible fire in my life. I don't deserve this. No, I don't. I'm too good a person to deserve so many horrible things. I've never hurt anyone and I never w