Library Of Heaven's Path Novels & Stories

Lucien’s expression darkened. “He’s inside.” Ryden frowned. “Inside what?” Lucien looked toward the mountain again. “The First Path.” That name no longer sounded like a concept. It sounded like a wound in reality. A place that should not exist. And yet did. Nightfall The archive chamber had become unbearable. Not because of noise. Because of knowledge. Althea stood in the center of the room while everyone argued around her. Seraphine was pacing. Varis was reading and rereading the same map.

Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dark and cold, and it was always a relief to walk back into the warm and sunny part of the path. As Millie got to the first turning, she wondered if she should go on. Almost immediately there were turns left and right; she looked further on, there was no point going right from here the hedge went about ten feet and then stopped in a dead-end, and there was a pretty statue of a nude on a plinth in the centre of its curve. Gabriel scratched his head with one of his drumsticks; they were sitting in the control room of their woodland studio. "A party, here?"

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

POV: Lucifer He walked for a while without direction, which was new. In Heaven everything had a direction. Everything had a purpose and a path and a designated endpoint, and deviation was not a concept that had ever really applied to his existence. Here, in the Dreamveil, direction seemed almost beside the point. The landscape shifted as he moved through it, hills rolling up and flattening out, the sky cycling through colors that had no business existing, deep violets bleeding into golds that had a warmth to them that felt almost alive.

And since she doesn’t know much about curses except that marks like Ziason’s mean a curse, she decides to read about wolf curses instead. “Where can I find books; about wolves and curses, to be precise? Do you know any place?” she asks the pain, who cranes her head in Heaven’s direction. “The library,” she murmurs grudgingly, then quickly shrugs out of Heaven’s hold. “Wait. Where can I find the library, then?” But the girl has already left the room. And the small breeze left by her dash turns to cold, harsh wind on Heaven’s skin. Heaven lets out a breath she has been holding for long. Chills spread through her body as she hugs herself, her mind running several question about her moments of d

The white void shattered. Suddenly, Anna was standing in a cathedral-like structure that defied the laws of geometry. Shelves of obsidian and bone rose into a sky of swirling ink, filled with millions of scrolls, jars of memories, and weeping books. It was the Great Library of the Sunder,the repository of everything the McKinnley line had ever taken or lost.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 The library of the monastery was a sanctuary of cooling stone and the scent of drying ink, but the air felt charged with a different kind of static. At the outside, the rhythmic thrum of the IMF gunships acted as a heavy, metronomic reminder that the hour was bleeding away. In the Inside, the light of a dozen beeswax candles flickered over the vellum pages of the Legacy Bank, illuminating a section that Maya had never seen before; a hidden leaf of translucent parchment that only appeared when exposed to the specific heat of the library’s geothermal hearth.

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

This is when she noticed something, There was a flower bouquet along with a note. Sarah took the bouquet, smelled it. They were so fresh that she felt freshness in her heart. Who brought it here? she open the envelope and saw it from the back. At the section of home address, there was written " Sarah John". No information regarding the sender was there. Only courier ticket was there with a date of yesterday. No one has ever sent her the flower. What is the case? she opened the envelope. It had a letter which said, " Welcome to Stanford University".