Heavenly Testimonies Novels & Stories

she said in an almost frenzied tone. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down, honey. Your scientist side is coming out again,” Matthew said, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but overall, he sounded serious enough to consider her real concerns. “Yes, that is a possibility. But I find it hard to believe that we’ve been given this second chance only to have it turn out into a bad way. I choose to believe that we were given this miracle just so we could live a happier life.”

"Scarlett Thorne. Caleb Blackwood. By the decree of the Supreme Sovereign, your fortress shall be reduced to ash, and your souls cast into the Eternal Fire." The Adjudicator thrust his spear downward. A massive pillar of divine, white lightning—thick enough to vaporize a mountain—shot toward the Citadel. The Sect Leaders in the hall screamed, throwing their arms over their heads. Scarlett didn't even stand up. She rested her chin on her hand, looking bored. "System. Testing phase for the 'Heavenly Rebound' array." "Acknowledged. Engaging Deflector Grid Alpha," the AI chimed cheerfully.

“I think he might be a fucking Heavenly.” A beat of silence. Kai blinked—then barked a laugh. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” “A Heavenly? Are you high?” Dorian’s eyes blazed. “He’s floating, projecting fire that burns like celestial hellfire. His energy doesn’t match any recorded bloodline. And that ascension? I’ve only read about it in old grimoires that most people think are fairy tales.” Kai rolled his eyes. “You’ve been reading too many doomsday scrolls.”

, he growls into my core, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through my body. "Deeeer…" I moan, dragging his name three syllables too long. His fingers still working me, and… holy fuck. Where does a man learn this kind of sorcery? The headboard rattles. My vision whites out. I'm screaming. Floating. Dying. "Why…" I gasp at the ceiling, "…am I…" His tongue stops. No. Why? My hips jerk, chasing his damn tongue. He can't stop. I'll break if he stops.

He stood there, unmoving, exuding silent majesty. He was waiting as he thought, "Let's see… Is there anyone else?" One minute… Two minutes… Three minutes! Gideon let out a sharp snort that echoed like thunder, then waved his sleeve and sat down decisively. Instantly, a divine light surged skyward. A sovereign presence erupted. The ground shook, and the sky's hue changed—Sanfrey had arrived with 800,000 soldiers of the First Heavenly Legion. All the Heavenly Champions appeared. "Hail Sovereign Snow!" The Heavenly Champions first knelt on one knee, chanting in unison.

'The standard vow text is four hundred years old,' he said when she asked, 'and contains three references to the cultivator's duty to the heavens that are philosophically incompatible with this cultivation path, which specifically does not operate through heavenly mandate but through personal emotional truth. 'The heavens,' she agreed, sitting down across from him, 'were not notably involved in my development.' 'Exactly. I want to write our own vows.' 'Then write them.' 'I have. Seven drafts.' He spread them out. Each one was precise and layered and deeply, unmistakably him. 'The fifth draft is closest but the final line still does not —' 'Read me the fifth one.' He read it to her. She liste

I couldn’t. Because if I did, I might forget why I had decided to stop. I took a random 4minutes to question God, I looked at the almost real gigantic crucifix hanging at the middle of the altar like the flesh was just wonded few minutes ago; "Why God?, why do I have to be in this suffocating box?, why do I feel this spark so deeply?; Are you testing me??, If you are, God, please look down and see my struggles, Don't allow what I feel become stronger than my ability to pass this test....Amen"

"Why are being so nice to me Vic? Is it because I am going away in a week's time? Have you finally taken pity on me?" His face paled but before he could say anything, I continued, "Do you remember what our high school teacher Ahmed Sir used to say? Before Bakrid, the goat that is set aside for sacrifice is looked after with a lot of love and care, to make its last few days happy and memorable. Is that what you are doing to me? But you see, unlike that poor animal, who can't speak for itself, I can." My voice shook, even as I tried to control it. Vic strode towards me but as I backed up a few steps, he stopped, and his face became flushed.

Aaron said. "Aaron, don't say that you are believing his words?" I said to him. "Austin, we have witness and forensic evidence. It is difficult to ignore it." he explained. "How could you believe his words than mine?" I frustratingly said. "It's better than believing a message from an unknown sender." He said and I just stare at him blankly. ---

the voice guided. Richard and I approached the Altar of Celestial Trials, ready to confront the cosmic tests that awaited us. The cosmic energies intensified, creating an ethereal barrier around the altar. "Elain, whatever cosmic challenges come our way, we face them united," Richard affirmed, his hand reaching for mine. As we touched the Altar of Celestial Trials, a surge of cosmic energy enveloped us, transporting us into a realm where celestial trials and cosmic revelations awaited. The threads of destiny tightened, and the cosmic echoes resonated with the promise of transformative challenges that would shape our celestial bond.