Exodus Novel Novels & Stories

I'm having doubts about believing Solomon that Don will rescue me and take me home to be with my family, son, friends, and him. Where are you, Don? I place my hand over my stomach and pray. Pray hard to God that my unborn child will not be in danger whatever happens to me. "We are here." I hear Eddie say in awe. Bright illuminating light blind my eyes as the tunnel reach the end. Before I could get my vision, I slowly opened them as they grew twice as wide as my average size. What I'm looking at is unbelievable. It's not possible. I don't even know how to explain such an exceptional architecture.

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Nathaniel had skipped following Nadir at the wedding party because he couldn't possibly endure such excess of happiness and other good feelings. There were enough of them at the wedding itself, not counting the weakness he felt after being in such a sacred place as the church for so long. If, after such torment, Nathaniel were to be at a wedding party as well, certainly would not be able to remain invisible, and he could not show himself to anyone, after all, he was a stranger to these people. However, after the party ended, Nathaniel immediately followed Nadir and Miguel as they walked out of the house. Of course, he had to be extra careful, because weakened by his earlier stay in the churc

" Do you remember the Christain novel written by The young sixteen-year-old writer, Queenebunoluwa15? " " You mean, Caged: Survival? " " Yes... The novel talked about a sixteen-year-old final year high school Student who got kidnapped by some set of bandits along with her schoolmates... " " At first, I was wondering why she who was a devoted Christian would be kidnapped too... " " Same here's... That proves that being a Christian doesn't completely protect you from being kidnapped along with the unbelievers... " " Yeah... But her being kidnapped Happened for a better reason. "

He was standing here anyway, asking what he could do. That was the Exile community. People who had lost everything the world said mattered and were still, stubbornly, here. "Get some sleep," I said. "Real sleep. I need everyone rested." He almost laughed. "After that?" "After that," I said. "I know. Try anyway." He went back to his tent. I turned to Oren. "The sixth chapter," I said. "Sera's book. She titled it Afterward and I haven't read it yet."

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

Chapter 4: Yu Meng, who was currently laying on her bed and watching TV, while also eating, chocked on her food: “Cough-cough…fudge! Is she mentally-handicapped or something? And the storyline says that she managed to build a business empire by herself, you must be kidding me, with her IQ of a three-year-olds, how did she survive till now? Surely, the protagonist-halo managed to make me speechless once again.

Her body had a will of its own and even though she’d already emptied her stomach, it heaved and wretched anyway. The action brought a semblance of relief. When she was able, she sat with her back braced against the building, struggling over what to do. The crying sounded fainter. She knew she had to reach whatever it was in there to help. That meant braving the horrible scene of blood and guts. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength. Her head grew light and a feeling of euphoria consumed her. ‘Go in. You will be strong.’

Unless, of course, you had funds like Axion Industries did. Nevertheless, the Exodus leapt with all the grace of a falling building, dominating the American forces with twin rocket launchers and a massive, top-mounted shotgun. I watched in awe as a Regiment like my own staggered and fell, reduced to a pile of slag under the absolute onslaught of the Exodus. The Exodus was built like a crimson tank and armed like a battleship. It was power. It was might. It dominated the battlefield. I had to get past it undetected. I grinned, laying a finger on the coin that resided in my pocket. Perhaps I'd be lucky today.