Divine Purpose Book Novels & Stories

AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

I asked out of curiosity. "Amaya, do you understand the soul purpose of a chosen one?" He suddenly asked me making me frown. Of course, I knew. "Yes, to protect the sacred book," I said. "And how do you think you will have to accomplish that?" His question made me ponder for a long while. I didn't know what he meant by that. "I don't know," I finally said after a while of thinking. "The sacred book is unbreakable. So to prevent wrong hands from getting a hold of it you would of course have to take the power it holds to yourself." I didn't quite comprehend where he was getting at until it hit me.

She became shocked looking at the book and immediately pull her hand back. “Ouch. Why I feel a strong spark while touching this mysteriously giant book” Becky caress her hand which turns red with pain and asked. “It’s a Prophetic Gaze. It couldn’t be touch unless you have a key or permission to open it. This book stole from the Divine. This book will predict the future of war and peace. It will help you to know, what will happen in the future”. The lady explained. “Then we can know, whether Red moon will be disastrous or calamity for both realms” Becky excitedly asked.

Samuel shook his head in confusion. "The Eight Desolations Heavenly Book is said to be a kind of divine object that existed since the birth of the Eight Direction World. It records the names of all the True Gods in the Eight Direction World. Whether in the past, now, or in the future, it is also called the Investiture of the Gods. Unfortunately, it is an object that might bring unlucky things. It is said that anyone who has met it will not be able to escape death in the end. In addition, it itself is both good and evil, so everyone has forgotten it for tens of millions of years." Velocisaurus explained. After hearing these words, Samuel was a little worried. He didn’t know whether it was rea

Said Bella; she stood up from the chair, parted Roslyn on her shoulder before dashing out of the kitchen, living Roslyn alone to her churning thoughts. Roslyn shuffles her way back to her room. A shiver run down her spine as the frosty morning breeze kissed her face. Roslyn might have forgotten to close back the window last night; she matched to the window; she tremble at the deathly dark night outside the window, her eyes automatically closed, she smelled the aroma of the early morning air and a smile creep it way to her face. She slowly walked back to her bed and retrieves her new bible from her bed stand, Roslyn opened the scripture that correspond with her present situation, she is worri

Be with you each day, each season of storm. Worship your body that protects the you within you. Do not share logic that transforms the inner you. It’s pain. How can you beat nature and say religion has a place? You all get married, share your children in life’s stairs. Do not forget nature when religion drives you insane on it. You establish purpose. Purpose is you. Purpose is for you. Your life should exist. This joy is for you, within you. A desire to live is within you. You cannot walk safe with knowledge from just outside.

"Yes. I want it." He swallows down his throat, taking a deep breath without breaking my stare. "Here." His voice is gruff and he presses the book against my lower back which propels our bodies further against each other. "Anything else you want?" He utters his words slowly, each phrase rolling off his tongue—what's that word... Divine. Absolutely divine. ******

As long as 'god' serves them, they offer money to create more temples; if not, they smashed it to pieces and blamed it. Such has never changed, even to this day. All they beg and pray was just for something they needed in reality, nature, substances, and for oneself— all for peace, prosperity, health, wealth, longevity, and so on. What's the point to earn the world just so you lost your life afterwards? But thankfully, our kind, loving God— the God of Creation, also the God of Fate… already gave each and every one of us a rightful role and job here in this world… even before we are born.

Beatriz: "The part about functional without purposeful. I have been functional without purposeful for thirty years and I have only been purposeful for five. The chapter is accurate." She writes in the notebook: The chapter works. It reads as particular and as universal. That is what it needed to do. Below: The third book is nearly complete. One more year, perhaps two, for the final chapters. Then done. Below: Not done. Complete. The difference matters. Functional without purposeful. And then: the practice the research earned. She has been purposeful since the lecture hall. Thirty-five years of purpose. She intends thirty-five more.

That's all it says so I turned to the next page. Chapter 1. Do you believe in fate? How about destiny? All things happening are all well planned by our destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny. I frowned. Does this book have hope? I get absorbed in what I read. Mythology is written then destiny and fate are content? Is this book fooling me? But somehow, the context is rubbing my gut. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny...