I Am Creation Both Haunted And Holy Novels & Stories

When creations with such power interfere with the scale that Kali has and is planning to do, we must rely on our avatars, or as some of you like to call angels, to help take care of the precious life of our planet. My daughters and I have the lifeforms that we have created. Selene created the Lycans, shifter beasts, including the werewolves. Hecate created the earthbound demons, necromancer mages, alchemists, and vampires. Isis made the witches, warlocks, fae, and elves. I created many females of various species, including many human females, some of the elementals, and angels," Visha described, as this new enlightenment caused an explosion through my brain. I pondered everything she said fo

My voice laced with hurt. “I thought you would want some space. I can only imagine my being around you is making things more complicated.” He had the good sense to at least sound sheepish. “God Lucas, can’t you see this is all so fucked up? Just look around you!” I gesture to the carnage around us. “There are two dead bodies led at our feel, and we are just chatting like nothing happened! I’m a magic wielding demon, who may or may not grow horns. You are the son of the King of the underworld and the most blood thirsty demon known to anyone. Don’t even get me started on how our mothers placed us into some fucked up blood vow shit that can’t even reversed and leaves us in some twisted courtshi

"And I'll stop you. After all, I created you." Instead of shivering in fear the sloth chuckled. "You think it's that easy?" she demanded. "Smart one, think about this for a minute. This world is my creation, your beloved hasn't truly been born again, not yet. I interfered and stole her soul to this world of mine. If it wasn't for Lust, she'd be dead right now." The cabbit took a stance between Holly and the sloth. "If you're trying to say that if you get killed that the world will crumble, save it. The guy that created you is standing right here. Obviously he has the power to do the same things you do."

“Once upon a time, there was Tara and Terra. Twin creations of the universe, separated by simple tethers of shadows and light. One world holds the realm corporeal, or body, the other the realm espiritu, or spirit and magic. When things are balanced, both sides feed one another, care for one another, and flow in harmony.” “But there are creatures that crave chaos and find power in a world unbalanced. These creatures: the warlocks, and the daemon,” she starts to explain, using her hands to demonstrate as she spins her tale with words and images, shining balls of light swirling around one another to state her case more clearly. “They are who drove me away.”

“A long shot. To counteract a weapon of pure unmaking, you need a catalyst of pure creation. Something forged not from power, but from the echo of the moment power itself began.” “What is it?” Ava demanded. Donn stood, smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle on his suit. He looked Damon directly in the eye, his expression one of grim finality. “You need to find a fragment of the Echo of Creation. The foundational resonance left over from the birth of the universe.” He offered a thin, mirthless smile. “Unfortunately, such things are exceedingly rare. And the only known source of them is at the heart of a celestial graveyard, guarded by creatures who feed on the divine.”

" On that journey, The cloak of conceal shall be taken away -- And their eyes shall see, Demons and angels, The good and thee of pure villainy, heaven and hell, And the land of Abaddon, Where the fates who craft the fabric of life, Dwell. A long journey shall it be, But take your ink and your skin, And write, One that has been Born By The Power, Awaits the day Chaos And Apocalypse shall Arise.

Mark seemed to of muddled some chose word causing reese to send him a death glare. "During the war when the supernatural creatures to took over. There were some covens witches that fought alongside with the human. As a last hope a group of 50 witches sacrificed themselves in order create the ultimate Hunter. A new kind of Supernatural creature designed to solemnly protect humans. However the sun goddess and moon goddess witnessed the Heathen take birth and Slaughter dozens of supernatural creatures including the queen, they cursed the Hunter turning it into both vampire and shapeshifter. Making it the ultimate hybrid and causing it boundaries it wasnt suppose to have. The heathen seeing the

"D*mn this f*ck*ng life!" He mumbled to himself as he gripped his wine glass tightly in anger. He cringes with anger whenever he thinks of his chaotic life. Because his whole life is full of chaos and violence, if he doesn't get hurt, the people around him are put in danger, so he takes double precautions and surveillance. He also can't let go of the responsibility that has been imposed on him because this has become his defense mechanism to people whose souls are evildoers. He has to be evil to protect himself and the people close to him. Apart from Spawn who is his son, there is one woman that he also needs to protect and that is River.

"You wanted to go to hell, I will grant you your wish." The last thing I see before I completely give up on trying to keep up with the two demons is Aurora lunging at her prey. The more Aurora gets stronger the more I fade away and as I begin to disappear the only thing my mind clings onto is the memory of Sky. I feel like I'm floating through space. I don't know where to land because I'm between cross worlds, the land of the dead and the land of the living. I don't know which is more tempting. The spirit world is calling me and all I have to do is hold out my hand and they will take me.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.