Divine Vessel Poe Novels & Stories

But to me, all his words belonged to a past life. Had he truly wished to be with me, he wouldn't have tied me up and discarded me in the middle of nowhere after my artificial kidney caused a rejection. He was only saying all this now because he had failed. Then, he produced a paring knife and stabbed it into his abdomen. Crimson blood stained his white coat, stark and vivid. He slowly collapsed, face down, and his grip on the knife gradually loosened. "I was wrong, Cassidy…" Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth.

A feeling older than divinity, older than light, older than fate itself. The boy carries what was stolen from me. What I was denied. What the gods, in their arrogance, stripped from my existence when they cast me down: Limitless, unchecked potential. The ability to evolve. The invitation to ascend. He is everything I was meant to be before the heavens feared the reflection I held up to them. When Damon stood in the center of the Veil, facing the storm, facing divine judgment, facing the Vessel who speaks with the breath of heaven, and he did not flinch, did not break, did not kneel, he became something I have not seen in thousands of years.

My head pounded, and something inside my chest stirred. “Stop it!” I screamed. They didn’t. Jacob raised his arms. “Blood of the Moon! Flame of the Veil! Rise!” “No!” Pain shot through me like a blade. I dropped to my knees. My breath caught in my throat. Something clawed at my soul, dragging me toward the edge of something I didn’t understand. Kieran spoke louder now. “The vessel awakens!” My hands slammed against the ground. My vision blurred. Then I felt it.

He waved him off. “Uncle.” Divine pleaded. “You. Are. Dismissed.” Zenith enunciated again and Divine released a deep breath before turning to walk away. He suddenly stopped and his eyes lifted up to the air. “Hîn yeas tû kvm, yhù wīl bëë hâlön. Nö ônę tø bëë bëcäîdë yhù. Silver… Aconite… A Shard… A Drop of Blood… Ritual abandoned… Another One made.”

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

Just looking for a place to sit, we had a hard time because others were still taking monoblock chairs. "What is that?! So annoying!" Natt shouted in a whisper as she tormented my back. I turned my back and unexpectedly saw Dyhein frown and staring at our table. I immediately looked back in front of me. I took from the plastic the vitamilk I bought earlier that I bought on 7/11 and drank it. Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni?!

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POV EMMA BELLE The Vesper groaned as it hovered over the precipice of the Well. Below us, a column of white-violet energy roared upward, a fountain of unrefined Aether that served as the planet's nervous system. Aethelred stood on a platform of translucent glass that floated within the gale of light. His scythe was not made of metal; it was carved from a single shard of Aether-Glass, vibrating with a frequency that threatened to turn our ship into a cloud of atoms.

As my body arched, my mouth opened— And from somewhere deep inside me, a voice that wasn’t mine spoke: “The Vessel is awake.” The ground cracked. I saw flames shoot up from the altar, nobody else saw it but me And far away… in an isolated part of the mountain… The second Vessel screamed. This time she looked more real than before, she seemed more than just shadows.

"This one carried a Stormbearer. It... didn't end well." The heart's whisper curls like smoke. *"Lies. The Vessels carried *us*. We were their gods."* Eden's gaze flicks to me, wary. "There's a chamber below. Maybe answers." The descent is a tight spiral, the walls lined with teeth. At the bottom, a hollowed-out ribcage cradles a pool of liquid shadow. Above it floats a corpse-a woman with Eden's eyes and the Weaver's needle through her throat.