Library Of Heaven's Path Wiki Novels & Stories

Damien's POV I learned early that the things you love most are the things you're most likely to lose. I really really don't want to lose Heaven. The bedroom is quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the window and the low hum of the heater kicking on downstairs. Heaven lies on her side, facing away from me, her arms curled loosely against her chest. The bedside lamp casts a warm gold pool across her shoulder, catching the faint freckles that dust her collarbone like scattered stars.

I’m deeper still. The smell is rancid as I descend the steps into a damp and cloyingly warm chamber sitting past that first picturesque mausoleum. A pentagram is burned into the earth here, and I mean it is actively alight and glowing, like cherry red coals in a fire. Stood inside is a thrashing mass of what looks like tar and shadow and crimson eyes – Even with Ashmedai in control, my body vomits at the sight of it, the feel of him-- “Daniel,” Christian softly calls. He’s stood trapped in the center of that pentagram, glowing with heavenly light. The demonic mass is nowhere to be seen, but I know that thing is still lurking here, right behind Christian's breathtaking, stolen image.

While Robert was calling on the elites, Blake was deep into his meditative state in his mind palace, looking over the glowing stones for anything containing arrays and formations that could help his quest to the Inner World. The knowledge here was massive, and it took him a while to sort it all out before he came upon a stone with the information he sought. Placing his aura around it, the stone turned into five books, each more advanced than the last, from intermediate to highly advanced. His attention became more profound when he noticed where these books came from. High Heaven Sect was written on the inlay of the cover, and it seemed familiar to him as he went through the basic book first

How he would know she will cry? She stood there reading these lines in extreme horror.

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 -

Eric reminded me once more, "Although we will do our best to ensure the safety of all members of the expedition team, the weather conditions in Glacia are unforgiving. There will always be risk involved no matter what precautions we take. Remember, safety always comes first." Considering the uncertainty that surrounded the expedition, I stopped by the Heathers' residence after leaving the research institute. When Mom passed away, she left an important item for me. She was afraid that it would stir up melancholy feelings of nostalgia within me, so she had me leave the item in the Heathers' residence.

"I do. I just struggle to believe it." "Look at me Ezra. Please." He did as I asked, so I continued before I lost the nerve to say what needed to be said. "You and I were connected together by a goddess. She laid out a path for us that it seems most others choose to take and thrive on. You and I didn't take that path. We've walked so far down another that the old path is gone, and it's too far away to ever get back to. That doesn't mean that we don't deserve happiness Ezra. It doesn't mean that there aren't other paths for us to walk down. Paths that we get to choose for ourselves as individuals. We can't be the only ones out there that haven't finalized the mate bond. Your uncle told me tha

There was something off with him. We reached the library. Jace pushed open the wooden double door. It made that irking sound as though no one had been inside it for a while. It was warmer inside. The tiled floor showed a reflection of the map carved in the ceiling. I was in awe, neck-craning, so I could take in the exquisite work of art. In the center was a carving of a castle, parcels of lands marred with odd curves surrounding it. Earth-toned colors separate each solid ground, as though it signifies the borderline of each section.

--- Meanwhile, Elsewhere in the City Deep beneath the city’s surface in an ancient vault hidden behind the catacombs of the original cathedral, Catherine stood before a blackened altar that had not been touched in over a hundred years. "You told me the price," she whispered. "I am ready to pay." The shadows swirled. Candles flickered violently, and her eyes glinted with the fervor of madness. --- Nightfall at the Church Library Arthur stayed late, poring over the texts that Father Abraham subtly guided him toward. There were records here never meant to be discovered—volumes that spoke of a bloodline of women who bore divine fire, whose prayers opened realms and whose presence could silence d

At the far end, a great door loomed, pulsating with golden energy. “To reach the end of this path, you must face the truths hidden within yourselves,” the Architect said. “If you waver, if you falter, the path will break you.” Rael tensed. “And if we succeed?” The Architect’s mask tilted slightly. “Then the Final Seal will be within your grasp.” Silence fell over them. Elior took a steadying breath. “Then we move forward.” The moment they stepped onto the path, the world around them shifted again. The corridor twisted, stretching into infinity. The monoliths of light flickered, and suddenly, the path split apart, fragmenting into separate roads.