Heavens Game Novels & Stories

The silence in Hangar Bay 4 was deafening. The roaring plasma-cauldrons had been powered down, leaving only the sound of hissing cooling vents and the heavy, ragged breathing of the surviving mortal Cultivators. Outside, the sky was raining the shattered, glowing remnants of the Heavenly Armada—chunks of flawless white jade and broken flying swords falling into the snow like a meteor shower of dead gods. But Caleb Blackwood didn't care about the falling sky.

He was smiling at him and was still sitting on that little cloud. "Welcome to Steel Soul Online! I'll be your AI assistant in the game too, so feel free to ask me anything!" stars illuminated the darkness, and beautiful nebulas formed different and colorful shapes. In front of him appeared three little orbs that looked like planets. Every planet is for a different type of player: the first one is for the ones focused on magic, and the second on technology, but each one has a little of the other system, so you can freely visit anyone you want. The third one is the chaotic zone that many people know as the underworld, meant for players seeking a challenge in their gameplay. You can choose one

Harvey looked at this, somewhat speechless. The mix of modern technology and classic martial arts made him feel like he was in the wrong time and space. Before any of them could react, the military helicopter hovered right above their head, the black Gatling gun aimed downward. It was slowly spinning, but there were no bullets out yet. The 3 elites from Earth Hall couldn’t compare to how intimidating it was. "We are from Grand City's Heaven Hall!" A cold voice came from above. "This matter is now under the jurisdiction of Heaven Hall. All of you down there, put down your weapons or we will kill you!"

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

Squatting beside her grave, I removed my earphones. "Hey mom, how are things up there in heaven? Pretty good, huh? Just like I guessed... I'll be leaving Middesville today, the town where you raised us all to New Orleans so I'll be closer to dad and my brothers cause lately he's not been feeling well and needs all his kids by his side." I said, as if she was alive and could hear me.

“… listen, I did not come here to start a fight, I want to talk to you.” The rest of the beings nodded in agreement. A regular meeting had been arranged. The greater council of heaven was called upon to discuss issues largely affecting the events of one of the realms. Heaven realm was where celestial beings lived. There existed five realms in total; Heaven realm, Hell realm, Spiritual Realm, Null realm, and Earth realm.

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END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t

However, he seemed to get the hint and started talking about watches instead, no longer mentioning his sponsor. After he left, the workshop was plunged into silence once more. Picking up my tweezers, I plucked a gear that was smaller than a grain of rice and continued to fix the watch I was working on. That weekend, Steven sent me a message, inviting me to listen to Vivaldi's Four Seasons together. Looking at the clear, blue sky outside the window, I replied, "Sure."