Divine Pressure Novels & Stories

Yes, daddy. What is the level of your inner strength? I am saint divine level 5. How old are you? I am 19 years of age sir. You have achieved a lot at your age what is your secret? Daddy, it has been by the mercies of the celestial world who have directed my steps to this far it is not by my own efforts and tactics but by the mercies of the divine. That is right. Do you have any elixir with you? I do Daddy.

The pressure emanating from my aura intensified, as if it were a living, breathing entity that sought to crush all opposition. Even with the layers of magic Lucifer had cast upon himself, he was no match for my domain's unyielding power. With a defeated look on his face, Lucifer fell to his knees once again, his body weakened by the relentless pressure. Lucifer's body convulsed in a violent cough, blood spewing forth from his lips as he struggled to draw breath. The pressure was suffocating, his insides wracked with agony as if they were being torn asunder. He could feel his life force ebbing away, the weight of the domain's power crushing him beneath its unyielding grip. The thought sent a

“Well, doesn’t mean I need to agree with this, but she’s with this guy now and I don’t see him wanting to mess with Legion Baphomet.” I can see Davian really thinking about what Dean just said to him, and I really believe that I can protect my baby girl from that bastard. Instead of trying to put this guy in his place that I’ve been doing, that I’m going to put this man out of business like I should of awhile back. “Please, father, I need to see Chole and I want to see her now. I need to let her know that I’m still here for her, and I will also be there for her.”

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

The gold ichor at her feet pulsed in answer, its presence suddenly more deliberate, less erratic than it had been a moment before. Celeste stared at the word for a long moment, the blood still humming in the seal, the corridor now silent except for the low hum of the academy’s wards trying to steady themselves. The word looked like a promise carved into stone: Divine Hemokenesis. The name was ugly, practical, and terrifyingly accurate. She had taken divine blood—god-blood—and held it in place, forcing it to bend to her will through the power of her blood magic instead of brute force. The ability was exactly what she had done instinctively, raised to a new, sharper level.

"You recognized your limitations and built systems to work around them. That's not compromise. That's wisdom." "Feels like failure." I admit. "Like I should be able to heal everyone, save everyone, fix everything. Like my divine power should be enough." "Divine power doesn't mean infinite power." He tips my chin up. "You're still a person, still subject to exhaustion and limits and the need for rest. The fact that you're divine doesn't make you invincible." "The Council seems to think it does." I gesture toward the tactical maps. "They want to breed me like I'm some infinite resource. Like I can just produce divine offspring endlessly without cost or consequence."

Sade “Trent,” I moaned his name. “Shh, just let it go. It’s going to make what comes next a lot easier. Let go. Give in to the need.” His mouth moved to kiss my neck. His finger kept moving, sliding in and out, making my body slick with need. I could feel a strange, beautiful spiral of deliciousness spreading out over my limbs, making me gasp and moan. I moved my hand to his back, scraping my nails down his flesh and squeezing one very nice chunk of ass. I felt him jerk, his erection pressing against me through his underwear.

"He is evil because you are good, we need to ruin your good girl image... He thinks you are serene, calm, collective and angel fallen from heaven... Let's show him your devil's side..." Sayesha smirked. "What are you thinking?" Vera frowned, she knows that Sayesha is chaos. Vera gasped when Sayesha grabbed her purse and pulled out the black card which Vlad has placed in her purse forcefully. "I knew it will here.." "I am not using his money for anything...." Vera shook her head. "If you are not using then I will..." Sayesha grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the caffe. "It's been long I haven't done shopping..."