Divine Vessel Poe Novels & Stories

was no longer a shell—she was a Storm. The "Liquid Despair" shrieked as it was refracted by the "Authentic Life" of a goddess who had finally been Fed by her own Scorned. It vanished into a spray of cyan pixels, its "Extractions" incinerated by the fact that Divinity is not a Resource—it’s a Choice.

The hunger has quieted, but the ache remains—a wound that power can’t heal. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and whisper to the sky. “Soon, little vessel. Soon, I’ll come for you.” And as the first light of dawn touches the horizon, I vanish into the trees—part shadow, part goddess, wholly unstoppable.

The pulse traveled outward—through the sky, through trembling branches, through the damp earth—and into a cavern older than the first whispered name for “god.” In the cavern, surrounded by fossils of forgotten creatures and the glitter of minerals no mortal language could name, a woman made of moonlight opened her eyes. A forgotten god. Mayari exhaled. Her breath frosted the air. Water froze. Shadow straightened. Her silver hair floated behind her as if suspended in the night sky itself. Skin like a polished pearl glowed faintly in the darkness. Her eyes were eclipses—deep, devouring, luminous. Something has woken her from her slumber. Not magic. A choice.

As Poe had suspected, he was drawing power through that dark link, and Poe, somehow, had to sever that connection without directly touching it so as not to be tainted by the corrupting contagion he sensed there. A concussive blast of raw force detonated around him. Bark and sapwood flew by. When the dust and debris settled, Poe floated over a blackened crater. The boy settled on the rim of the crater across from him and warped the ether into a shrill, taught wail of sound that would have shredded flesh from bone if allowed to directly touch upon him.

was all Rosalie said. “What did you do?” Ari asks. “I created a new poison. And I didn’t have anyone to test it out on. So I gave it to Roman with a note to warn him not to go looking for Nightshade...” “Jesus fucking Christ!” Ari roars before hanging up on Rosalie.

Elixir’s POV The name Virex didn’t echo like prophecy It sank—deep into the soil, into bone, into silence No god should rise without warning No true power should stir without nature trembling But this one had crept into our world like rot Invisible, undeniable, and already inside us I didn’t sleep Not from fear From watching Waiting For signs in the fire, for voices in the flame, for the whisper of the veil folding too tightly around this world But what came wasn’t from the veil

“I’m not leaving you again.” The light around the chain flickered, sparks breaking off. She looked down, fear flashing across her face. “There’s a vessel at the corner,” she said suddenly. “You need to put me in there. He has a spell on me—if someone saves me, my soul will float back to him. The vessel can seal me.” I followed her gaze. A small glass bottle sat in the shadows, half-buried under rubble. I ran for it, grabbed it, and turned back.

The best ones could try to be a Celestial, while those who had the right kind of body would have even more potential. Mirth knew she was nothing. She simply tried to ignore it. "Don't believe them. You have the Peacock Divine Vein! You're destined to fight for the top with the very best. These people are blind. They don't know a god even if he's staring at them in the eyes!" Logan laughed. His eyes had shown him that Mirth had a fiery peacock inside of her, burning and waiting to fly. "There are a lot of Divine Veins in this universe, and all of their possessors attain incredible power. A Peacock Divine Vein is one based on fire. It's the elite of all divine beasts. Anyone who possesses it c

"What…did you say?" "I had a hunch but Madaline confirmed it. Do you even know what a Divine Bird is?" "You better explain it to me properly." "Fine. A Divine Bird is one of the direct descendants of the goddess Nataroth and as such, they can control time and space. This is obvious in the way they cannot age or die. At some point in history, the Divine Birds became the Werephoenix and started to live like mortals. If the Divine Birds were ever killed, just like Destiny, time and space will be fixed in place. If this happens, then world order will be rewritten easily and magic may cease to exist completely."

I could sense her powers before she walked into my classroom, she was as strong as a God, but her divine gifts were different than any I had ever encountered before. Who was she, what was she, and why did I feel the sudden need to possess her? I have never felt that need before. While I have bedded many women before, I’ve never felt connected to one. This connection I felt towards her was strange. It wasn’t one based on love and companionship like a mate bond. It was more animalistic; I felt the need to own and control her. Could she have activated the powers I’d always known were buried deep down thanks to my bloodline; the management of Loki, the God of Mischief, and Erie, the Goddess of C