Eternal Paradise Cult Novels & Stories

SIDAPA I WAITED for two days, but still there was no sign of Libulan ever coming back. I ought to trust him and his words. And I will still do until he comes back, I thought to myself while I sent a group of souls that went to Magwayen’s realm. All of them committed mass suicide this morning. Apparently, they were a little group of individuals that wanted to receive divine powers from the Gods and they thought that sacrificing their own lives would grant their wish.

Kael drew in a quiet inhale as the surface of the water stilled again. This time, Voran’s face appeared, flanked by another elder Rin knew only in passing: Mara’s Nightfang counterpart, hair braided tight, eyes like polished stone. “Heir,” Voran said, nodding to Kael. His gaze swept to Rin as well, taking in the bruises, the set of her mouth. “Heir.” “Elder,” Kael said. “We’ve contained a significant cult cell near the pits. Report follows.” He kept it strict at first, Nightfang‑formal: locations, numbers, symbols. The manifesto they’d seized, outlining the “peaceborn heir” as central to the new doctrine. The way heir blood was framed as “corrective.”

Her cut and bruised hand tightened on the pen again and ploughed into the paper Dearest mortal you have become blind…blind to the fight that is constant around us, that creeps in the night while you sleep, that watches your every move…just so that when you trip and fall…your soul is on the line…easy for the taking. Don’t fall for his tricks… he fights over your soul dear human that Devil seeks to lure people away from God, his doing a mighty fine job. And you’re letting it happen. Have you ever wondered how some mere humans are so poor and unheard of, then extremely rich in a matter of seconds? This person has obviously offered his or her soul in exchange for diabolical favours. Of cours

Helpless before her. The power was no longer rising — it was consuming. The walls trembled with each pulse of her magic, the floor cracked beneath her bed as invisible roots of energy dug into the earth, pulling from something far deeper than this realm. The air itself grew thick — not just with magic, but with presence. Something older. Something divine. Her wolf wasn’t just waking. She was ascending. “Marlyn,” Darian said without tearing his eyes away from Seraphina, “what the hell is happening to her?”

Amethyst immediately straightened up as he heard this. He bowed and said, "Yes, noted!" Aside from Severin's special case, only the supreme paragon elders and Adrian were qualified to cultivate in the abode in the past. The abode was vast, spanning thousands of miles, comparable to a small world, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth inside was several times stronger than the outside world. However, this paradise had always been the sacred land's last resort. Since the founder opened up the abode tens of thousands of years ago, this was the first time that paragon cultivators could enter to cultivate.

His expression was bright with excitement, but the look in his eyes shows that he was clearly going through a mess of different feelings. It had been a while since he was back. And as they approached the mountain pass, the defensive wards started glowing, and Willow pulled out a token—it was ash-gray and inscribed with the word Eternia. Eternal longevity was the ultimate dream of all cultivators, after all—who wouldn't want to live forever? However, Caleb and the others didn't get it—why the Eternia Seminary? That was when the token glowed dazzlingly. And the defensive ward parted just like double doors, revealing an entrance.

Once they reached one hundred thousand years, almost all peak Eternals would begin to retreat to prepare for the era, that was, the Eternal Catastrophe that occurred once every 129,600 years. However, no matter how well-prepared they were, there were very few people who could successfully survive. The Eternal Catastrophe was a reminder to Eternals. If Nova could build a good relationship with David, she could even ask David to help her improve her mind power if all else failed. Although having intercourse in fantasy was a bit embarrassing, as long as one could improve one’s mental strength, one would have a chance to break through. There would be countless people flocking for this opportunit

The diamond collar around her throat had been joined by a new obsidian band, symbolizing the unbreakable darkness she had fully embraced. For the Eternal Harvest, they summoned one thousand two hundred men to the island sanctuary. This time, the celebration lasted an entire month. The island had evolved into a self-contained paradise of pleasure: floating pavilions on the lagoon, hidden temples carved into volcanic rock, moonlit beaches, and vast underground chambers warmed by geothermal heat. Lila moved through the weeks like a living goddess.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

They turned their gaze, and Harold clapped his hand. "Yes, Leo, the Organization's securities are tight, so how will they know who you are in Heiley's life?" Harold exclaimed to us all, and Eireen spoke. "It's not possible, Harold. The Philippines is open to other creatures living in the world. They accept us. For sure, Sheena did this, and she recognized who is the weakest member in our organization," Eireen answered us. I just found out about the acceptance of my fellow humans in my country.