Divine Madness: Book Novels & Stories

she sprinted through the streets, not caring if she bumped into people along the way. She did not look up, afraid to see that they would all have the same blank slate. The girl entered an alley and expected she would not be spotted, but alas, ever since she opened that book, things never went her way. She reached a dead end and was to swivel and make a reverse turn, but the guys blocked her path. “Nowhere to run, little miss.” One of them smirked and edged closer with each step she took backwards. “We’re going to have some ‘fun’, right here and now.” April G’s heart hammered against her chest and her back hit the dead end. She closed her lids, ready to accept her fate as they loomed closer.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Ariah says thoughtfully. “Is it in the library here?” I ask. When she nods, I add, “I’d love to see it. I want to know what these mean. Maybe it’ll point me to some answers. Or something, at least.” I can use some reassurance that I won’t become some psycho because of who marked me. “A quick heads-up. The staff there will be watching you closely if you decide to check out the Book of the Divine. That book is special,” Celeste explains. “You’re not allowed to take it out of the library.”

However, James’ Divine Sense could not detect the man even though he was standing right before him. “Who I am isn’t important either.” The man casually waved his hand, and a white light emerged from his palm and floated toward James. The light stopped before James and manifested into an ancient book. On the cover of the ancient book were several ancient words—Primal Mantra. James looked at the book and took a deep breath. His heart was pounding from excitement. The Primal Mantra had been a famous Supernatural Power in the Greater Realms since ancient times. It was much superior to the Chaos Sacred Art and the Blithe Omniscience.

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

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But that was okay, not until Danny died. Because of me. That’s what they say. Instead of reminiscing those painful memories, I decided to sleep my exhaustion away. It didn’t take me minutes to fall asleep. “You’re the reason why all of these things happened!” “You are truly bad luck!” “You don’t deserve to live!” “You’re a monster!” “She died because of you!” I woke up sweating all over and breathing heavily. Where does that came from? Why am I hearing voices? Are they real? Or it’s just a dream?

He brows cocked as he prowled menacingly towards me, darkness surged behind his face. It took every ounce of strength in me not to step backwards. “Tell your papa to pay back the money he owes the Bratva. All else….” I parted my lips, my eyes blinking rapidly as I cut into his words. “Or else?” He chuckled. One devoid of any empathy, emotions or whatsoever. It was the most soulless chuckle I have ever heard my whole life. “His head would be the first thing you would wake up to see in a week's time.”

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.