Heaven Hath No Rage Novels & Stories

The sky above them changed to blood red in response to her rage. “S…s…she’s a celestial.”

Grief twisted with fury until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. Rage at the heavens that allowed this curse to find us. Rage at the gods who turned their faces away when we needed them most. Rage at the Cursemaker for weaving this nightmare into reality. Rage at myself for every choice that led us here, every moment of weakness that let the darkness in.

My mama asked, her hands clasped on my back. Anjelo paced around in the room, his fist clenched, “Stop pacing Anjelo and sit down, you’re making it worse.” My sister scolded him and he stopped, stared at her with anger for a moment before giving up and sitting down. The chants grew louder again, closer. “Morte ai Castellano.” I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound. But the words echoed in my mind. With every chant, we were reminded of our vulnerability. Silver. They knew about silver.

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

Novi grumbled not recording her words. "What?" asked Diki glancing at Novi. Novi didn't answer Diki's question and enjoyed singing with Diki's insinuation. I'm getting more beautiful you're angry, I want you to be quiet I'm not going anywhere Like a bird in a cage like that So a simalakama fruit I love but are restrained I want you to be quiet I can't preen Don't make it more beautiful like that You can't be happy Like that your love mama papa help me Throw love! Novi sang, while pushing Diki's shoulder because she was carried away by the song she was singing.

"Before, you have to prove yourself determined enough to talk." "How?" I ask the girl. She again talks to Ramantha, Ramantha says something which made the girl's face go pale. She nods anyway and turns to me. "You have to fight our Queen's right hand." Well, I immediately hear hooting all around me, the people go insane with an evil smile dancing at their faces. "Farave!" "Farave!" "Farave!" Everyone starts to shout. Ramantha makes noise by hitting her stick to the ground, every one immediately silences.

At times like this,I would call Ada and she would comfort me but today,I quarrelled with her and I knew that I will wake up with big black heavy eyes tomorrow morning, with sharp stinging pains from crying. Hello😁😁😋,my dear readers, I hope you're enjoying my book. Who would have thought Ada and Tamara will blow hot like this Even though Tamara is saying the truth. Well,we are like Ada sometimes, fighting the truth and dying from immerse pains. Please comment and let me know what you think about "NO HARM". Laters readers😁😁😘

"Step any closer and I’ll open her veins! You claim to be liberators, but you’ll have to butcher the babe to get to me! You won't touch me! The High Lords promised me my eternity, and I will not die in the dirt!" Riheirk stopped dead in his tracks. The raw, primal fury that had been pulsing through his chest froze instantly into a cold, dangerous stillness. His silver eyes locked onto the weeping child, completely ignoring the screaming minister. The little girl didn't understand the shifting of thrones, the corruption of her father, or the politics of empires; she only knew the suffocating, painful terror of her father's iron grip and the cold, sharp bite of the glass dagger against her ski

Christian Agony is white, and suffering is red, a haze of red, and life is just a swarm of black mist clouding my vision. My only lucid thought now-- Trapped. My only feeling-- Too many feelings: panic, hatred, confusion, anger, regret… A spear of light stabs down into my skull as the lid of this tomb is once again shoved aside with a grating of stone. The most lovely pair of guarded and seemingly depthless, darkest eyes hold my fracturing stare--

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.