Heavenly Book Novels & Stories

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

I didn't flip it open, only reading the familiar handwriting, scribbled on the cover. "I used thirty years to learn how to love you, but only used one year to push you away. "Tanya, I wish you a life of happiness and peace." Tanya. Once in the past, that name would have dragged me down into an endless abyss, but now, looking at it didn't cause even the slightest discord in my heart. That was another life, lived by another person. In the room was a fireplace, burning bright. I stepped over and tossed the entire stack in—papers, journal, everything.

Matthew sat down beside her on the grass. It was currently nighttime, and the garden was illuminated by the soft glowing outdoor lights, making it look like it came right out of a serene painting. The sky was beautiful, with a spray of stars across the dark expanse and the clouds drifting lazily across the bright crescent moon. He could feel Allison tensing beside him, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she continued to stare at the flowers as though they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

In a way that just stays true, even if no one ever hears it. But she kept it to herself. Not out of fear—more like some things you want to hold close, just because they’re yours, and giving them away would spill something you want to keep whole.The letter arrived on a Tuesday morning—because why wouldn’t it? Lihua always thought Tuesdays were sneaky, the one day the universe picked to mess with you just as you got your week sorted out. It had the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane on it, bold and elegant in that way powerful people always choose. Both their names were there, front and center. No pretending this was only for Shen Yijun.

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

psychiatric hospital. In fact, it's in your best interest not to talk about what happened to you. I repeat, it will mean nothing to you yet, but the celestial network has existed since the creation of the universes by God. There had been no sense in her existence before. So, in different universes living organisms evolved and were a vessel for the universe of our energy bodies, so the celestial network, too, over time complicated and modified. With age, the neural network in the brain develops and becomes more complex, just as the celestial network has evolved and become more complex over time. The celestial network consists of heavenly families that have been formed throughout the history

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

“Where is it?” “Which Gods have already chosen angels?” I stay on the mat and ask. “A few. The God of Mischief, Rain, Fertility, Flora, Fauna and of course The God of Hell chose The Daemonium. Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head and the ones who are here.” He answers and we begin to pack away and clean up. “What do you mean the ones who are here?” I can’t help my confusion.

I miss you, mom and I love you. ************************************************************* Author's Note. Hi friends, Here is the final chapter of Love Like Heaven, and with that, my second story has come to an end. I hoped you all like it. I want to thank each and every one of you who took the time out to read my story.

Three days after losing the Ragnar name, I'm doing exactly what I planned. Nothing. Specifically, productive nothing — the kind where you sit cross-legged on a worn meditation mat, breathe slowly, and read ancient texts about cultivation methods that modern society decided were either too dangerous or too inconvenient to preserve. My current book is a crumbling copy of the Scattered Heaven Records, a pre-empire era text I found in a secondhand stall between a broken abacus and someone's old boot. Cost me two copper coins. The vendor seemed personally offended that I wanted it.