Divine Vessel Poe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It would cloak me better than the pathetic offerings of these weaker vessels. “No!” the vessel shouted and lurched away from me. “Joanne Puhvel. Inna Puhvel’s daughter, remember who you are!” I blinked at the vessel, none of its pathetic ramblings making sense to me. ‘Come,’ I whispered at the beautiful black tendrils. It was so lush and inviting. Spicy, dark and dangerous. Instantly, I was warm. Warmer than ever. Something about this energy was familiar, but I couldn't think beyond the warm cocoon I was in.

How the magic had felt… reverent. When she finished, the chamber was silent. Finally, Kyren spoke. “Marked Devourers serve those who worship the abyss willingly,” he said. “But some cult lines believe in something older. Something… chosen.” Lira’s face went pale. “A Vessel.” I felt the word like a blade between my ribs. “No,” I snarled. “Not her.” Aria went very still. “What’s a Vessel?” Kyren met her gaze, unflinching. “A living conduit. Someone powerful enough to anchor a god.”

“I’m just going to breeze over the part where you knew Shakespeare and focus on what you told me about myself. Alright?” “Fair enough.” “I’m a vessel. For what exactly?” “For Cordelia. Our pup. Who has fallen asleep, by the way? You should remove her from your teet.” “Right.” I gently slide my pinky between Codi’s gums to unlatch her the way the nurses showed me. “I’m a vessel for Codi. Wild way to talk about our pregnancy, but okay? Not going to argue. Next question. Your spirit is supposed to keep me safe. From what? Because I don’t think it’s as obvious as you think.”

Zhang Fan stood on the deck of "Divine Vessel No.1," looking a little worried. He was looking at the void in the distance, a place completely wrapped by the rolling four-colored Demon Aura. The Aura simmered like boiling water, completely blocking out the sight, and even blocking sounds. The strange space seemed to be a mass of dirt smeared in the blue sky, with an inexpressible mystery and gloom, as if there were demons trying to break out of purgatory. A heartbeat loomed in the air.

But his voice was quite stern and I could hear him clearly. “I’m standing right in front of the room of that girl, Sir. She is an orphan and a commoner”. “I’ve told you millions of times that I don’t need commoners. Yes, I did ask you to find red-eyed vampires and bring them on our side but I didn’t mean that you could bring commoners. I know that they are of divine blood too but they are too weak and if they are weak that means they are also weak in their relationship with the Goddess”, said the hooded guy

"Alpha is a title for ants. You are a vessel of clay, wolf. You would shatter before the first drop of the tide entered your marrow. I do not seek a battery. I seek a temple." "Then find one somewhere else!" Malakai shouted, lunging forward from the airlock. "Get back, Mal!" Victor swung his arm, the force of the motion nearly sending him spinning in the low gravity. "The vessel must be empty," the Mother vibrated. The white fire at her center flared, blinding. "It must be a void. A silence. A space where the tide can rest without the interference of your primitive sparks." "She wants a pure vessel," Elodie whispered, her eyes wide. She looked at the ship. She looked at the shadows. "Oh god.

“That was… I mean, I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.” I didn’t respond immediately. My gaze was fixed on the artifact in the center of the chamber, its calm glow belying the chaos it had caused. My chest still throbbed, not just from exertion, but from the realization that everything—everything—had changed. Phoenix stood beside me, her presence oddly grounding despite the unnatural light that pulsed beneath her skin. She looked at the artifact with a rare softness in her expression. “It’s contained—for now,” she said quietly. “But containment is only the beginning. This place… it’s alive in ways that don’t make sense. Even the Seraph Project doesn’t fully understand it.”

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.

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.