Romans & histoires Heavens Utapri

— Are you having bad days? I threw myself into Scott's arms and cried. The presence of the defender of people calmed me down. — Scott...—I whispered when I could finally speak.— Rahiel will kill Dean! Only you can help me! Only you...— — But how?—Scott's sky-blue eyes looked at me anxiously.—Tell me what to do, and I'll do it!— —This is the church of Ultima, and you are Ultima. You are the protector of the entire human race, so you can protect the priests of Ultima as well. We were once people, we just don't remember it...—

Before everything turns into a burning hell, he divided the utopia into three realms: the Burgh Xelestia which comprise the Lightens, the Neitheria which holds the Darkens, and the Alluvium which contains the Mortals. The Lightens are monstrous beings who fed on flesh and blood. They are wild humanlike pale creatures with bloodlust screaming in their veins. The Darkens are the deadly beasts of the dark power mostly composed of the beasts, demons, werewolves, and other beastly beings. They are the rulers of the nether world. And then, the Mortals which are considered as commoners –the lowest caste in the Utopia. Since mortals don’t possess any power, most of them are servants and slaves. The

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

As we soon started to call them, the chimeras came too fast, too unexpected, and too strong. Barely having time for a counterattack, their attacks spread all over the Earth. Appearing all over, some in cities, some in the counties, and a few even in the middle of the ocean, they move fast and within only a few months, entire nations are reduced to nothing more than burning trash.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She never wanted a big house to survive, A small place in his heart was enough for her to thrive. He never wanted her to be perfect, As for him, she was already his most precious asset. They have fought with darkest nights, With a hope to see a morning full of light, Segregated, they were burning in the fire of hell, Together, they are in heaven's shell. Now, no barrier can keep them apart, As they live in each other's hearts. ~dayyyyydreamerrr (S.G.) (15/02/2021-23/06/2021)

POV - ESMEE BADEAUX "Stop it!" I scream, putting all my strength into removing Giovanni from Antonio. "Fuck you!" Giovanni barks at Antonio. He grips onto Antonio's collar and aggressively draws him up then smashes his head on the ground. Gasp and cries are heard across the church as people witness the outrageous scene. "Giovanni, Antonio!" Arial cries to both of her sons. "Boys!" Giovanni's father Diego bellows

Peace ☁️☁️ Du paradis pour l'Enfer🔥🔥 Auteur: Judi le romantique Plume _______ Épisode 1️⃣0️⃣________ Ils étaient tous dépassé par cette information brusque. Makponsè et Syntiche continuent leur discussion Makponsè: Ah oui hein Madame DIOP vient de me l'annoncer.il y a un soucis particulier dans la société pour convoquer des réunions subite ? Syntiche : aucune idée hein.Mais je doute. Dans tous les cas peu importe ce qu'il dira je suis au top Makponsè : Moi de même hein.je ne crains rien oh

The Chronicle Prism, now pulsating with celestial energies, projected holographic images that inspired awe and reverence among those who beheld its cosmic revelations. Maximus, standing at the helm of the joint empire's cosmic journey, continued to navigate conversations that shaped the destiny of both celestial and earthly realms. The cosmic charter, now embraced by nations across the cosmos, became a universal covenant for those who sought to walk the path of enlightenment. Maximus's vision of a harmonious cosmic existence resonated through the celestial symphony, creating a celestial tapestry woven with threads of unity, liberty, and cosmic stewardship.

Mordechai It felt like sitting at the bottom of a mountain and waiting for the lava to come cover me. I could see the blazing red pouring down the side, inching closer and closer to me with every passing moment. It would come burn me any moment, but I didn’t get up. I didn’t run. Maybe I should have.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.