Divine Vessel Poe Novels & Stories

Faith had often spoken about. Excitedly, he said to Mr. Faith, "Divine grace! It's the divine grace. Mr. Faith, you've finally attained it!" Mr. Faith gazed at the soft golden light, shaking his head with a gentle smile. "It's just a ray of light." As he spoke, the golden light spread across the sea's surface, causing the water to shimmer. The Violet Spirit Vessel, which had sunk to the depths, rose on its own and settled before Mr. Faith.

The eyes remained the same though; cold and full of swirling power. "Why do you want me here?" "You remind me of someone," Am Heh replied in a more ponderous tone. "One of the reasons you are here. And before you think that Atum can reseal me, he cannot," he continued, wandering to the bookcase and running a clawed finger over the shelf before plucking one of the tomes down "the vessel is broken and it cannot be replaced." He opened the book, wafting away the cloud of dust that the fragile paper emitted, wrinkling his nose. Apparently even Gods disliked dust.

Now... you are caged for forever in this prison of your beast. You are dead for the entire world but will remain alive for me as tsk tsk tsk not as my love but as my toy or you can say the slave to please me forever and ever... She was already scared of his obsession and now after listening to his words she felt like her soul left her body and she again got lost in the pit of darkness.

The summer house stood hushed and torn, A grave of ash where truth was born. The rain fell softer now, subdued, As if the sky itself had rued The violence carved into the night, The cost of power, blood, and fight. Giovanni knelt upon the ground, Her hands still steady, though chaos crowned. Russell’s blood ran warm and fast, A crimson echo of the past.

It smelled of mildew, blood, and ash. She flipped through the diary as they descended, matching glyphs with old texts. Finally, she found it. Three overlapping circles. One for memory. One for inheritance. One for choice. Beneath it: THE TRINITY OF VESSELS Yvette read aloud: "When the blood of the vessel, the echo of the mind, and the will of the heart align, he will awaken. Or be undone."—Branwen Hawthorne Cara looked up. “You. Me. Him.”

“Her magic’s has already awoken, but her childs is mixing with it. Her bondmate’s strong, but not trained in eldercraft. I need you here. With your grimoire. And the moonsteel dagger if it still answers you.” She hissed. “Moonsteel hasn’t rung in decades… but if it does now, we’ll know the gods are moving through her veins.” I nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. “She needs anchoring. Shielding. And the baby—” Mamaw cut me off. “The child inside her is not just a soul, it’s a vessel. Definitely divine.. You were right to call.” There was a brief pause, then her voice hardened like stone.

A literal seed, silver-veined and pulsing with life, contained in a transparent orb. “What is it?” Kira asked, stepping closer. The vessel’s voice answered—not aloud this time, but in me, through me. “A world. Waiting to be grown.” My breath hitched. The others froze. Raven crossed her arms. “Okay, did anyone else just hear Athena speak, but not… with her mouth?” Kira blinked at me. “Uh. You glowing a little, Keeper.” I looked down. My hands shimmered faintly with the same blue-white light that filled the vessel’s core. It didn’t hurt. It felt like… belonging.

I had a suspicion that Clarissa and I were probably the only ones capable of holding it, this being due to our lineage. Our connection and direct origins from Thea were what made us different from the others. We were born to be vessels of that sort of energy, possessing legacy abilities that passed through the generations. So, in order to save Clarissa, it meant it had to be me… or… or…. And, as I thought on it more, I realised that there was possibly another vessel capable of holding that sort of power. …Because, as I’d been told, there was currently a Goddess’s body lying dead beneath the rubble of the Silver Mist pack house. A body that Clarissa had already been transferring energy out of

Eventually, they were tearing right through his body, leaving gaping holes behind. “I, LUNA BRYNN FULLILOVE, PROPHESIZED VESSEL CHOSEN BY SELENE THE MOON GODDESS, SENTENCE YOU, LOKI, GOD OF MISCHIEF, TO DEATH FOR THE CRIMES AGAINST MORTALS AS WELL AS THE IMPRISONMENT AND TORTURE OF THE GODDESS HECATE.” My voice held a power and authority that I had never heard or felt before. The air between us was electrified. I felt my hair being pulled upwards as if gravity did not exist to it. Moira and I combined every ounce of Vessel power that we had and sent it out to him in a continuous wave of light.

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.