Divine Vessel Poe Novels & Stories

It was a flood of raw, unindexed humanity that the Citadel’s systems couldn't categorize. The golden sphere in Thomas’s hand began to crack. The "Origin Code" was being overwhelmed by the very empathy it was designed to suppress. The high-pitched whine of the machine was being drowned out by the sound of Mary Hawke’s voice, singing a lullaby that was thirty years overdue. "The sphere is the Vessel, Thomas," Ethan said, stepping forward. He didn't fire his gun. He reached out and placed his hand over his father's, gripping the golden orb. "And I am the Poison."

The Vessel—the one whose existence had been whispered through centuries, whose death was etched into moon-blessed scripture—lifted his head. And opened eyes Kael recognized instantly. Eyes the color of void-lit amethyst. Eyes that should not exist in a living being. Eyes belonging only to a Gate. “You…” Kael took a step forward, claws lengthening, fangs dragging from his gums. “You’re supposed to be dead.” The Vessel’s smile was slow. Cutting. Ancient in a way age could never explain. “Death,” he murmured, stroking Aria’s hair with a gentleness that made Kael’s vision fracture, “is only an inconvenience when one is built to house gods.”

"Damn you, Annabelle." As I continued my solitary journey, the shadows cast by the towering trees became more menacing. Each twist and turn in the road seemed to reveal hidden horrors, imaginary figures lurking just beyond my peripheral vision. My overactive imagination conjured images of malevolent entities hiding behind the gnarled trunks, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. A shiver ran down my spine as I quickened my pace, desperate to escape the oppressive darkness that enveloped me.

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

“Her beauty was a divine delicacy that I could only hold within my dreams. I tested my dream of her beauty, and I whispered her grace to the angels. The sounds of heaven replied to me, telling me that her beauty transcended not only in my dreams, but even heaven” – Lionel Suggs.

he rasped, staring through the glass. The High Priest stood before the cylinder, his face bathed in the pale, blue light of the chamber’s glowing conduits. “You are in the Vault of Echoes, Kael. This is where we keep the vessels that have served their purpose. The ones that have… outlived their initial utility but contain too much residual energy to be disposed of.”

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

♤Ven♤ People say I'm a human. But they don't know blood doesn't flow in my veins. If there's something, that's poison. I'm a poison damsel, I'm an immortal. My birth was cursed and death was craved. My breath can make anyone struggle for air, my one scratch can kill, my eyes can hypnotise and my smile can seduce. Yeah, I'm a human. A human, made of poison. ◇Aragon◇

Nwife asked. "The only person that has an antidote to poison is the maker. I believe the solution lies with the people who created the deity." "You are right," Nwife said. Nwife brought the yams out and they ate happily. They spread their mat on the foot of the tree and lay on it. Ije was afraid. She continued looking around. The noise of the birds and Oj who stood with his head lowered made her feel they were many. The cold was so unbearable and she began to move close to Nwife who lay on his back. Nwife tried to avoid body contact with her. He was quite challenged last night when she lay on his lap. He understood what his father had told him the night before their departure.

Helia pulled another vile from her pocket and poured the contents into the water. Here Jace can't make one good potion and Helia has pockets full of them. Jace really must be a half witch after all. Seb looked back into the tub and this time he was sure he saw something in there. And he knew exactly what it was. He moved so quickly he almost knocked Helia out the way as he drove his upper body into the tub. Seb came back up empty handed but wouldn't dare stop. He dove is arms back into the burning water ignoring the pain as he felt for something, anything.