Divine Pressure Novels & Stories

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

Just— Nothing. The pressure builds. Not physical. Conceptual. Like something is trying to exist where existence no longer applies. Matteo’s voice is tight. “Tell me this holds.” “It has to,” I say. The pressure increases. Stronger. More focused. They’re trying to act. To force a result. To impose something. But there’s no structure to impose it on. No system to influence. No connection to use. And slowly— The pressure stops. Not fading.

"Hehe. Such a wary child… Not bad, you do have the right to be my apprentice… I am a divine black dragon of the Pantheon, an ancient divine being that stands above all else!" As the dragon finished, his terrible draconic might erupted, bearing down over Caleb's head like a boulder weighing metric tons! "Woah, he sure can boast!" The Coffin chuckled into Caleb's ear just then. However, Caleb had an idea what he was doing and looked utterly calm. The black dragon's eyes widened in surprise. Reflected in his pupils was Caleb, who stood proud and didn't cringe nor shudder in fear as it had expected. "Heh." Caleb smiled enigmatically just then. "The divine black dragon's legacy? Alright, I'm will

I said. “They don’t need to be,” she replied. A step closer. “And yet you still choose them.” The Pressure Spiked The connection between us surged violently. Not pulling. Forcing. My Body Reacted Pain shot through me again, sharper this time, more aggressive like something was trying to tear control away from me piece by piece. “She’s losing stability!” the woman shouted. “No,” the glowing figure said. Their voice was darker now. “He’s forcing a divergence collapse.” My Breath Hitched

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

“I am going to release my Instinct aura. I won’t hold it back. It will feel like gravity increasing tenfold. It will trigger your fight-or-flight response. Your wolf will want to submit. Your human side will want to run.” He leaned in, his voice low. “You must do neither. You must reach for your Divine core and push back. Create a shell of light around yourself. If you can maintain that shell for one hour against my pressure, your core will be forced to expand to handle the load.” Seren swallowed hard. “And if I can’t maintain it?” “Then you pass out,” he said simply. “And we wake you up and start again.” “You’re a sadist,” she whispered.

I’m sure everyone here is radiating a level of pressure. Pressure happens when an Alpha spreads their dominance outward. This can be used to show aggression, to intimidate and so on. Depending on the situation, Alpha’s can release pressure. Also, depending on the level the Alpha is at, other Alphas can either be beneath that pressure or at the same level or higher.

The growth in the ants' strength, and the increase in loyalty, compared to the improvement in Ethan Brooks' abilities, had a fundamental difference, because it meant he was no longer an ordinary person. But just when Ethan Brooks was exhausted and didn't want to move any further, waves of wildly agitated psychic fluctuations came, accompanied by warnings of danger, causing Ethan Brooks to suddenly sit up from the ground. It was sent out by Sparta!

After a few moments of shock, his face was filled with ecstatic joy, "It seems that Severin has obtained an incredible celestial-quality divine technique!" There were countless combat techniques in the Bleurealm, but only heaven-quality combat techniques could be called divine techniques. Divine technique is a method that allows one to control with the mind, as if commanding one's arms, born from the heart and mind. Although heaven-quality combat techniques were considered divine techniques, they still did not exceed the range of ordinary people's understanding and couldn't harness the power of the heavens and the earth. For instance, the Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy required to absorb he

"You used divine pressure to force Vera to her knees, so you will kneel on the Divine Steps for seven days, and each day the divine might pressing down on you will grow heavier. For every inch you pressed her knee down, the Divine Court will press an inch into your bones." The Divine Guard let go. Circe tried to struggle, and the next second the pressure of the Divine Steps came down. Crash! Both her knees slammed onto the stone, the sound of bone breaking ringing clear. She screamed, and the tide-chain tightened again, turning the scream into a broken whimper. Drake stood to the side, lazy. "Can't take it already? Weren't you so mighty when you forced my sist