Godsend Book Novels & Stories

William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

I asked myself scrolling down for an answer. If your blood is found to be mutated, you would receive a special letter later in the day with the specifics on how your blood may be rectified, the paragraph ended there. Treated? So strange is it some king of disease or viral strain the government is trying to eliminate? Suddenly, my phone rang. I didn’t bother to check on the caller’s ID when I answered it since I was so much engrossed in my reading. “DUDE, where are you?” a voice shouted in my ear that made me look at my phone from my laptop

Kendra said. “Do something? What would they do? You mean, like with magic?” Alice asked with disbelief. Kendra gave Alice a look of mocking surprise. “Are you one of those people who doesn’t believe in magic or the gods?” “You believe in the gods?” Alice gasped. “We were forbidden while I was on the surface and I haven’t given it much thought since I came here.” “So, do you believe or don’t you?” Kendra asked with obvious impatience.

May the Goddesses by with you through your life Blessed Be My blessed children Blessed Be. Ravenclaw Coven 0001 A.D.

Although she seems very old she is still strong and very knowledgeable. I just nodded at her words. But there is a doubt in my heart. I don't know if I can help bring peace back to this world. What can an ordinary woman with no powers like me do to help restore the peace in this world? So I don't know if I believe what Old Remi said that I am the reincarnation of Sabina who is a goddess in this world.

Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?” “Yes I do. But they are just old bedtime stories.” Alex shook his head. The old Gods didn’t exist. They were just night time stories told to children. The only Goddess was the Moon Goddess. The one who destined each werewolf with their destiny and their mate. Surely this Kevin and his father couldn't be serious.

I clutch the book closer, not sure why it feels so important. He steps nearer, and my breath catches as he reaches past me to brush dust from the spine. His scent surrounds me – crisp winter wind and something uniquely him. "The old stories say some packs were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself," he murmurs. "That she gave them gifts to protect and heal others." "Do you believe that?" I ask, looking up at him. His face is so close, I can see flecks of silver in his steel-gray eyes. Something shifts in his expression. "I believe the Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways." His fingers brush mine where they rest on the book, and electricity shoots up my arm. "And that sometimes her greatest gi

Win looked less than impressed at the clear dodging of whatever question he’d been asking, but said nothing further. Adom created a magica circle for the pair and they gave a short thank you before stepping through. The room was quiet for a moment as Adom banished Man and Boss old glass and summoned one if his own. He sat down beside the angel and picked up the book they’d been looking at. It was a spell book—one of Adom—that specialized in methods of communication. The page it was turned to showed speaking orbs. Small two-way balls of light that were little better than walkie talkies.

Darryl’s smile fades as he looked at his brown eyes, remembering the first time he really looked into them. “What’s wrong?” Goldie asks as he shows Darryl the book. “You really want that?” He asked again, taking the book from his hands, “You could’ve chosen Harry Potter or something.” “Yes, I want this,” Goldie replies shortly. Darryl looks at the book cover and looks back at Goldie. “I guess it suits you.” After paying for their items, the two males exit the bookstore. Darryl looks at his phone’s clock and realized that it was almost time for lunch. He turns to Goldie and asks,

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”