Novel & Cerita I Am Creation Both Haunted And Holy

I asked, my voice was shaky and my heart was slamming against my rib cage. I felt doom. We were standing in a cathedral where people worshipped the moon goddess and from under her nose, innocent girls were plucked up and taken away. From under her nose the Lantharns caused destruction and she couldn't put an end to it, does it really mean that they've out grown the creator?. “Vinx and Kalum are a manifestation of the fact that there can be glitches and the creation can truly out power the creator. They just don't want to activate their powes." Nolaine said, her voice was filled with bitterness.

I heard my trembling voice ask: - Who are you? - I am the Holy Spirit, also the Devil, the Good and the Evil, the darkness and the light, the life-saving straw and the deadly trap. I was born from the heart to destroy the heart, came from humanity to destroy humanity, Nostalgia. - Human, don't be afraid. I come to you with a choice. Tell me, you will believe in my existence, protect the other half of my soul; Or will you doubt me, leaving her life and death?

Like I was air, and he was drowning. “You made a choice,” he murmured, holding my face with utter gentleness. “I did,” I gasped, throwing my arms around his shoulder. My cage was not the darkness or the murky water. It was the thought of being trapped between two worlds. It was the weight I put upon myself of needing to choose between the one I lived in growing up and the supernatural one where the man I love was living. I didn’t choose between the two, but instead, I decided to live in both worlds. I don’t have to choose between either of them because I belong to both.

He nods and huffs dramatically but leaves the Park going back to our own space within the Spirit Realm. You see each Spirit Creature has an individual space within the Spirit Realm. Unless multiple creatures all live in one individual, then they all share the same space. Individuals like that are called Hybrids or Mutts, because of all the different entities in them. Others can visit your personal space but only with your total expressed consent. It is a sacred place where all of your memories, hopes, dreams and desires are. Your soul dwells there also and it's best to keep precious treasures like that safe from harm. You wouldn't want someone to tamper with something like that. You can deco

It could pass through your skin in seconds and come out the other side, causing bleeding that is very difficult to heal. Monique cries inconsolably. She is emaciated, her hands and feet are bound with metal handcuffs, and her face is pale. On the other hand, Harrison ... I can't even say for sure that it's about him. His hands, his face ... all of him is with remains of burnt, raw, a product of the fire that I caused to try to kill him. It's fucking scary. I don't know how the fuck he's still alive. That man must have made a pact with the fucking demon. - Mom ...- Lailah murmurs almost in a whisper. Looks like he's been shocked.

Anna's eyes almost turned teary, "Why are you both so desperate to leave me alone?" "MOM!" Creed's voice instantly turned vicious as he yelled, "I am here… and I will never leave you alone! Neither me nor Hannah!" "Oh, so are you some kind of god now?" Anna's vocal pitch reached the ceiling as well, "You already know everything?" "No, I'm not a god, but I have chosen this path for myself. Call it my fate or whatever, this is my life now. Maybe I'm too deep inside the rabbit hole, but I have learned to enjoy it. I have also realized that inside the glitch there is hope."

So, I pushed my dream to be something that I can make anyone and everyone that was beautiful on the inside, feel beautiful on the outside. "Hi welcome to Creations. I'm Anna, the owner, and I'll be the one styling you today. Why don't we come on over here to my station and we can go over everything you want done?" I say the same speech that is on a constant replay in my head. I could say my speech in my sleep.

I could see she was terribly put out. "Why am I so interesting?" "Hmm? Oh, I don't know. You were two halves. You wield both swords. You command angels and demons. You're a succubus. Do you know that you were specially created just to be the perfect sacrifice? Do you know how many years your grandmother and mother spent orchestrating all of this and..." She flicked her fingers in a swiping gesture. "You just pissed on all of them. Even Juno took a liking to you. How is that not interesting?"

Not a creation. Just Grace.

“I think I remember… a song. Someone used to sing it when the world was new.” Above them, the black sky cracked—gold light spilling through. Heaven trembled; Hell exhaled. The war for creation had begun to stir. Back at Casa del Fierro, Lucifer laid on the bed with Allistair's head laying on his chest and his hands on Allistair's waist and he kissed his forehead. “The realms shake Amor Meus.” Allistair said softly. Lucifer nodded. “Heaven hungers for rebirth. Hell yearns for freedom. The middle will break first.”