Divine Vessel Poe Novels & Stories

I shifted it up, but when I pushed it into the middle, it locked in place, that the wolf’s eyes turned purple like glowing purple gems had been embedded in it. “Holy shit…” Trent whispered. The more lines of the poem I or Amos remembered, the easier assembling and moving the pieces around came. To the east, was the image of Shell Cove. Beneath that sections waves went a gilded, sparkling image of Atlantis and a swimming figure of Poseidon and his son, Triton. Above that was an image of the sky, complete with each phase of the moon. Each piece looked like it had been carved from moonstone.

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.”

"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.

Phil glared at Pristine and said, “Apparently, Pristine’s research was wrong. Becca doesn’t have the vampire potion and the potion is actually in the vampire world.” “But my theorie—” Pristine was roughly cut off by Phil. “How can the vampire potion be in the human world, Pristine? For God’s sake, admit that you made such a big mistake.” “But if Becca doesn’t have the potion, what about the poison in h—” Alexander stopped midway when he felt someone stomped on his foot with a high sharp-pointed heel. He snapped his head towards his right, where Vanessa was standing. “Just stay quiet,” Vanessa hissed as Phil scolded Pristine for quite some time.

I say. He lifts his hand. The tube pulls. Black veins crawl. I take it. The world goes gold. Then black. Then full. It’s not gentle. It’s a floodgate. Every hunger D.C. ever caged. Every sin the Tree ever watered. Every bite Moira ever swallowed and wanted more. It all pours into me and through me and into the crown. Seven. I scream. Draven howls with me. The vessels drop to their knees. All of them. Cove. Ash. Creek. Sky. Pride wails. Eli arches, tubes tearing free, black veins going gold, going light.