I Am Creation Both Haunted And Holy Novels & Stories

Liora, trying to locate the source of the voice, inquired, "Who are you? What role do you play in this realm?" From the swirling hues, a figure emerged — ethereal, ever-changing, embodying both creation and chaos. "I am Aeliana, the Muse of Beginnings. I inspire, provoke, challenge. Creation isn't just about order. It's about possibility, even if it leads to chaos." Malachi, his gaze fixed on Aeliana, responded, "We understand the need for chaos, for unpredictability. But there must be a balance, else creation becomes destruction." Aeliana, her form shifting from one creature to another, remarked with a smirk, "Ah, balance! Always the goal. Very well, guardians. Prove to me you understand th

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

“So will it be with the resurrection of the dead? The body that is sown is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power, and it is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.” The Creator’s large form wavers back and forth before mine. Unlike angels, The Creator has no true shape or gender. The Creator is light and darkness. The Creator just is. Some call him father and some mother. But there’s no acknowledgment of which is correct. The other archangel stands stall, his muscled body and sword arm stiff as he readies to attack. I try to see

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

“You had unprotected intercourse with a delinquent guy who had no future, and now we find out that he probably cast a spell on you from a cursed book he had from his cult?! What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’ll transform into this mythical being that teleports using shadows?! This is too freaky, Shyne! Oh my goodness!” “As much as I hate to agree with this woman, she’s right. I am in complete shock right now, and I can’t believe I almost had a delinquent addict who is also a spawn of Satan as a brother-in-law. Tell me honestly, did you do drugs while you were with him, or was that the black magic talking?” Izzy obviously wanted to be as dramatic as Perry but kept her composure.

My eyes got widened because of what I heard from him in my mind. “What do you mean?” I don't clearly understand what he had said, or I understand it but it's too much for my brain to register. “In other word, Caya can now create temporal effects that can even affect incorporeal and metaphysical life forms who are normally at an alternate plane of existence, such as dream sprites, ghosts, and deities. But since she condensed the mana inside her celestial realm, those who are inside it are the ones who will be affected only. Beelzebub is now doomed,” Mammon explained to me. I blinked my eyes several times while looking directly at Caya. She’s really a monster among us in terms of magic. My hea

’ He chuckles darkly. What does he mean? “How do you have a hold on, Enrique? He is not evil,” I ask as our powers continue to slam against one another, attacking, hammering against one another. Light against dark. ‘We were created from the blood of the same goddess. One could say we are brethren.’ I shudder at the very thought as his evil eyes now burn into me. His sharp teeth stained with blood. ‘The Goddess Hecate created us for another goddess, yet she betrayed my goddess by creating someone who can destroy us.’

“Yes, I am an Angel. I am your Angel, for right now that is.” “So everything….” “Yes, Abigail everything Daniel told you was true. You are the soul that determines whether or not the war starts.” “The war? Wait you mean ‘The War’,” Abigail gasped. “Yes, the war between Heaven and Hell. Heaven has its mother, you are Hell’s mother, and all of Hell is going to be chasing you.” “What? Hell’s mother? How can I be Hell’s mother? I didn't give birth to Hell.”

The roar was followed by a silence so deep it pressed against my eardrums, and I felt every heartbeat like a hammer striking an anvil. Damien’s hand shot out to steady me, but even he seemed momentarily lost in the overwhelming spectacle. The cultists recoiled, their faces contorted in terror and awe. For a heartbeat, time stood still, and I saw a vision—a vision of a future not yet written. In that vision, I was not alone; I stood beside a figure of blinding light, whose presence radiated hope and salvation, a stark contrast to the darkness that threatened to consume me. But I also saw images of devastation—a world torn apart by the very power I now felt surging inside me. The duality of cr

“We’re not from here. Not completely. My existence is a byproduct of their experiments. Flesh wrapped around chains of light and dark energy. I’m neither alive nor dead, but a construct of what was and what should never be. I carry the chains of their past and their failures.” He stepped closer to her, the distance between them charged with something electric, something deeper than the hum of the earth beneath them. Mae swallowed, her pulse quickening again. “You, you were created to guard these monsters?” Her voice was tight, a mixture of fear and disbelief. Lucien’s gaze softened for a moment, his lips parting as if he would say something else, but he hesitated.