Library Of Heaven's Path Wiki Novels & Stories

Whether they be powerful or lesser ones, they’d been given a chance to win the holy throne. The rules were simple, each of them chose a young mortal to be their champion, granting them their powers and weapons, and they would place them in a magical world they created as an arena. Whoever reached the finish line on the other side of the world first would be the winner, the winning god would become the next Supreme God, and the winning champion would be granted whatever desire to reshape our world. All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth.

, Rowen said coldly. Adrian smiled “Let us see if your speech is convincing enough” “How did you get your hands on that!” Rowen questioned bewildered. “I am a Grey, I can find out anything”, Adrian responded authoritatively. “It indeed is a Pandora's box, if released into the world, pandemonium will break loose”, Rowen said in awe. “I do plan to stay tight-lipped as long as you conform to my simple demands”, Adrian shot back. “There is more?” Rowen asked, stunned.

She smiled, “Not yet we have a bit of time but yes in time when you are ready we will not be in your dreams any longer. “ She pointed above. “This time is a gift that was provided because of the horrible wrongs that have been done to our family and you. But someday soon child you will rise above all this and find your path, just keep believing in that. Use that Red Priestess to she is very helpful.” I could feel the sudden pull of the wind telling me it was time to go. I reached out pulling all three in for a hug as I was pulled up into the air and they waived below me. I floated back above and into the far woods as I looked on saw what looked like a fire beginning to grow on the edges of th

I could’ve seen that picture a thousand times without spotting it. “It’s tall. Must be one of the men,” said Ricky. “I think that’s Joseph,” I murmured. “He’s at least six-three, and the library is his realm.” “One for our history books,” said Brandon. “But we ain’t using it.” He noticed Ricky’s surprise and shook his head. “We’re leaving the Blotters out of this episode. I want it to be focused on the shadow and the demonic parasites in general.” “Okay,” Ricky muttered, and went on to the next picture. “Here. This is a nice shot of the library and there’s nothing weird in it.”

'The standard vow text is four hundred years old,' he said when she asked, 'and contains three references to the cultivator's duty to the heavens that are philosophically incompatible with this cultivation path, which specifically does not operate through heavenly mandate but through personal emotional truth. 'The heavens,' she agreed, sitting down across from him, 'were not notably involved in my development.' 'Exactly. I want to write our own vows.' 'Then write them.' 'I have. Seven drafts.' He spread them out. Each one was precise and layered and deeply, unmistakably him. 'The fifth draft is closest but the final line still does not —' 'Read me the fifth one.' He read it to her. She liste

A chill rippled through the group despite the heat radiating from Alejandro’s body. Darian swallowed hard. “You’re saying this was about Zenith? About her?” “About us,” Inferno corrected, his tone suddenly softer, but the softness was heavier than stone. “The Haven of Shadows is not merely a refuge. It is a bridge. Between what was lost and what may yet be saved.”

So I assumed we had no one else. “He gave your brother a special potion to appear dead. It wasn’t until years after that I found out the truth. He took your brother.” Potions? Magical gem? Oddly made sense to me. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to tell me more. She moved the plates to her left and propped her arms on the table. “I said he really is the Devil because he currently rules the Underworld.” I stared at her. Contemplating again if she’s a crazy lunatic. I can process the potions and magic gems because I’ve seen it can be true. But Underworld? Like I said I don’t believe in those things. Just doesn’t sit right with me.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

Blood dripped onto the leaves behind me. I had already lost several men. The rest were scattered. Running for their lives. Celdor. That fool actually dared to ambush me on my way home. I snarled as I leapt over a fallen log. How did he even know my route? I had no report or warning of this. Which meant only one thing. One of my allies had grown careless. Or traitorous. I turned sharply toward a valley. My breathing grew heavier. I had already sent word to Almond.