Divine Vessel Poe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

He found a new home. "Step back from the glass!" Inquisitor Vane shouted, drawing his silver pistol. The Council members scrambled out of their high chairs, their faces pale with terror. They wanted a weapon they could study, but they had brought a hungry god into their house. Zade slammed his fist against the reinforced glass. BOOM. The coffin didn't just break; it exploded. Shards of glass flew through the air like shrapnel. Guards screamed as they were cut down. Vane fired his pistol, but the silver bullet melted before it even touched Zade’s skin.

Rumble… That was when a gigantic eye opened on the jet-black wall behind her. The pupil was encircled with green specks, and as it moved, a voice that seemed to speak from the infinite universe itself asked, "Your Eminence… Is Caleb Crawford really possessed by the Coffin of the Gods?" The world around the woman shattered as the Great Eye finished, revealing the infinite universe.

Elvanya's Pov Suddenly it felt like lightning was running through my veins. The moon mark on my back burned so hot I thought it would scar me. Power flooded into my body faster than I could process it. I screamed from the pain but I did not let go of it. The silver light around me grew impossibly bright. It was no longer just my power anymore but the goddess's power flowing through me. I was just a vessel for her divine energy. Willem's eyes went wide with fear. "That is impossible" he said. "A mortal body cannot hold that much divine power."

The stone shuddered and then parted, revealing a narrow corridor lined with statues of hooded monks. Each held a vessel carved from crystal, filled with a faint, silvery liquid. None had spilled despite the centuries. Lucien frowned. “What is this?” Elias bent close. “Essence. The monks preserved remnants of divine energy—prayers made manifest. If these survived, they could amplify her power.” Seraphina’s gaze moved across the vessels. “Or awaken something the Church meant to forget.” As she spoke, the air changed again. The silvery light inside the vessels began to stir, drawn toward her like breath toward flame.

Through the Entity's presence, I felt its shock, a genuine surprise from an ancient being that rarely experienced such emotions. She might be speaking the truth, when it comes down to all these people striving to control powers there is always a deeper purpose. The assessment of dual vessels can be merely the test case. If you fail, if you prove unable to wield divine power responsibly, the Arbiters will seal all Entity bonds. Every divine weapon still connected to mortal vessels will be severed. Permanently. "How many vessels are there?" Aeliana asked quietly.

the atmosphere seemed to call to her. The sphere pulsed. The runes on her desk ignited. Theo’s hand brushed her arm. “Steady—” But it was too late. The energy flooded through her veins like starlight turned liquid. Images flared behind her eyes—wolves made of constellations, a moon bleeding silver, and a woman’s voice whispering, Daughter of the stars… awaken. A rush of power tore free. Light exploded from the desk, scattering the class in a chorus of gasps. The sphere cracked down the middle, and from its core burst a silver wolf—ethereal, luminous, and very much alive.

“He died. I saw him fall.” Altheya’s voice trembled. “He did. But something brought him back.” Auren’s jaw clenched. “No. Something used him.” The god’s voice rippled across dimensions. “The hinge has been tested. The flame has chosen, Now the broken one shall return… as my vessel.”

Yet, she acted as if the sky was about to fall. "Oliver, does it still hurt? How dare this bitch hit you! I knew she wasn't nice!" She angrily picked up the vase beside her and threw it at me when I disobeyed her orders. "Are you deaf? I ordered you to get down on both knees!" I effortlessly caught the vase and naturally put it back in its place. "Mother, my family gave me this vase as my wedding gift. It's worth 100,000 dollars. You can't destroy it as you please."