Divine Pressure Novels & Stories

I— His pride screamed, clawing inside his chest. He snarled, reaching behind him. “Not yet… You fucker.” He pulled out a crystal—small, unassuming, yet radiating terrifying power. Even from several meters away, the energy radiating from it made the entire facility tremble. It glowed with a dense golden hue—alive, breathing, pulsing. The brother smiled maliciously as he activated it,"Witness the power of actual Divine!' The crystal ignited—bursting with blinding golden light so intense that even Quintan instinctively stepped back. Divine pressure erupted, crushing the air, bending space around them.

“The best results come from pressure.” The assistant remained silent. Listening. Learning. “Apply pressure in the right places,” Ares continued, “and people collapse on their own.” The city lights flickered below. Ares’ reflection stared back at him faintly. Cold. Focused. Deliberate. “Financial pressure,” he said. “Reputation pressure.” “Emotional pressure.” Each word landed carefully. Measured. “And when all three align…” He paused. “They break.” The assistant nodded slowly. Understanding now. This wasn’t a direct attack.

Rebecca noticed that Divine’s body temperature had gone up and gestured for Celine to bring a wet towel while still trying to get Divine out of her head. “Sarah, is something the problem?” Rebecca asked again. This time Divine responded, looking confused. Rebecca asked if she was unwell, to which she replied that she had just started feeling the symptoms. When Celine returned with the wet towel and a bowl of cold water, Rebecca noticed that Divine’s temperature had returned to normal. She couldn’t understand what this could be, and it always happened at the mention of David. Rebecca concluded that Divine was still traumatized by her son’s death and promised herself to mention him as little a

He stroked my arm in a comforting way as I continued, "I can't explain it but somehow you are what grounds me. You touched me downstairs and everything I was feeling when I found out about the coven just disappeared. When my anger got the best of me, I felt like I was on fire, like completely engulfed in flames. I had to think of you to calm myself enough to call the magic back into myself. You seem to be at the center of my self-control and you have been here for me without a single complaint." He seemed to be processing everything I had said because he sat there, just looking at me like he was trying to find the right words to say. "You really have never heard of divine coupling before, ha

Jared only used the divine cup when he wants to show no mercy on his enemies. The divine cup was not a cup. It was a grave. It was a place as deep as hades, and as hot as hell. When even his men saw it, they dared not trespass. The divine cup was a place that only listened to Jared’s voice. When he speakes, the land quakes and flames begin to burn through the floor. Pain starts from the inside of whoever stands in the middle of that place, until the person bursts in pain and agony. And by the blood of those he hates the most, is it’s energy renewed.

No aperture to the caldera. No ambient light from outside. Only the chamber's own volcanic walls. Lit from within. And Kairen. Circling her. Not attacking. *Pressuring.* The demon blood carried pressure at a register that had no equivalent in the mortal world. Not physical force. Not verbal challenge. Something older. Something that operated at the same frequency as the integration itself. As though the training pressure was designed specifically to find the seams between the two natures. To push at them. To test whether they would hold or separate.

A quality in the channel that I had not felt since the void war. Not the consuming quality of the wounded void. Something different. A kind of pressure. Like the channel was being squeezed from the outside. Not blocked. Compressed. “You feel it,” Lilith said from the back. “Yes,” I said. “The channel pressure,” she said. “It started when we crossed the boundary.” “Yes.” “That is what thinning the layers does,” she said. “The channel runs between the surface and the divine. When the layers thin the channel is not cut but it is compressed. Narrowed. The divine level becomes less accessible.”

"A mouthpiece...a...I don't know what you call it." "Oh okay, we call them Chief Priest," Nwife said. "Good, ask the mouthpiece what he needs every year or monthly. Make sure you feed him properly. He would do whatever you ask of him. Some deities demand cows every year, some ask for a goat every month. Find out what the deity wants and try and feed him with it." "Father, the deity demands virgins and we are running out of maidens," Ije said. "There is nothing you can do. Give the deity what it demands and you will have peace in your community. Besides; who told you he originated from here?" Ene asked.

It always did. As I lay down beside my daughter, I felt the tension settle deeper, not as fear, but as resolve. The council believed pressure would force me into submission or error. They underestimated something fundamental. Pressure did not weaken me. It clarified me. And clarity, once gained, could not be taken away. Ravenwood slept uneasily that night, the forest alive with unspoken anticipation. I closed my eyes, fully aware that the lines were tightening, the stakes rising. Pressure was no longer a test. It was a declaration. And I was ready to answer it.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Divine ran out, rushing to the top of the building without any hesitation, his movements swift The three friends exchanged worried glances again, unsure of what was happening or what could Divine wanting to do. But before they could react or intervene, they saw Divine suddenly threw himself off the building, intending to kill himself, his body plummeting towards the ground with alarming speed. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" The three friends exclaimed in unison in horror. Anakin's heart stopped as he watched in horror, his mind frozen in shock and disbelief. However, his supernatural reflexes kicked in, and he sprinted towards Divine, his movements swift and precise. W