I Am Creation Both Haunted And Holy Novels & Stories

"Why do you keep hurting one woman to please the other woman? Aren't you the one who's the biggest problem here? See? I told you that you're not Finnie. Finnie wouldn't do this. He would also recognize me at once. You're not him." Finnegan was rendered speechless. "Did you know? That chapel in the mountains is a very sacred place. All wishes hung on the tree will usually always come true," I continued to write. "I made lots of wishes there when I was looking after Finnie, and all of them came true. "I made another wish when I was there again, when you made me climb up the steps on my knees. It was my final wish." Finnegan choked on his tears. "What was your wish?"

The old man’s writing speed increased, creating an endless stream of afterimages that swept through the hall like a tidal wave. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The hall echoed with catastrophic explosions. Taiyi and Emperor Tapia used their black-and-white gas to protect themselves, floating cross-legged in midair, their bodies radiating divine light. Dillon wielded a longsword, expertly deflecting the attacking afterimages. James walked steadily toward the jade table, moving through the swirling shadows and terrifying energy waves with calm composure. “Xurraeus derived the ten holiness. Nine holinesses are the Nothingness Gods. When the Daoisms converge into one, Haleth Realm is born.”

Within the sanctuary's sacred embrace, a sym In the hallowed depths of the sacred sanctuary, a place where secrets whispered and shadows danced, two souls sought refuge from the tempestuous world outside. Zavier, with his brooding eyes and enigmatic aura, and Sophia, with her ethereal grace and fierce determination, were drawn together by an invisible force, their hearts entwined in a delicate dance of solace and strength. As they ventured deeper into the sanctuary, its ancient walls whispered tales of forgotten legends and untold mysteries. The air crackled with an electric energy, as if the very essence of their In the depths of their souls, they bared their most intimate desires and vulne

" Of course you are free from my control, I need to get something in other to Extinguish the Existence and We shall have our Revenge on the Creator...This time, The Host will be the defeated and slaughtered ones " " It's time to start the Chaos "

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

He doesn't know how it will happen but he could perceive the end. Lucifer and Lilith turned their backs at them and like they walked into nothingness, they vanished from sight infinitesimally. Cain was well aware Clancy knew what he was doing, he couldn't take his eyes off what he just created, an abomination he has been avoiding. Every creatures in the hidden world created or born from separate genetic variations are referred to as abominations but Clancy is the total amount of the title. He's the main abomination that created the title itself.

“He tried to steal the sanctuary itself?” Chaos nodded slowly. “He wanted control over creation.” The hidden baby pulsed violently beneath my ribs. Not kingdoms. Not crowns. Creation itself. The ability to shape worlds. The ability to create bonds. Rewrite destinies. Choose connections. Hunter cursed quietly. “That is deeply horrifying.” Honestly? Yes. But Chaos still was not finished. “There was another reason nobody realized the truth sooner.” The sanctuary lights flickered uneasily. “Elias possessed a power no one fully understood.”

“It’s creation turned inside out. It wants to remake everything—through us.” The red light pulsed, and the whisper became a scream, a cacophony of need that shook the ground, the sky, the stars. “Makers, you have woven worlds, forged purpose, carried pain. I am the Red Hunger, the spark that births and devours. Surrender your essence, or I will consume all.” The horizon cracked, its golden light fracturing as the red glow poured through, not as a rift but as a wound, bleeding possibilities—lives, worlds, moments—that weren’t unmade but ‘devoured’, their existence erased into the hunger’s maw.