Library Of Heaven's Path の小説・ストーリー

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********

May the Goddesses by with you through your life Blessed Be My blessed children Blessed Be. Ravenclaw Coven 0001 A.D.

Azrael began snorting gently. “Trapped with an unhinged god.” I muttered under my breath. “What was that, little wolf?” My stomach clenched. “Nothing.” Ignoring Azrael’s presence entirely, I set to work. The mansion provided every book I’d ever need and then some. Within the hour, the three tables on the main level of the library were stacked with ancient texts and scrolls of expertly drawn maps. The god realm was as vast as it was terrifying.

Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

After their talk, Nevea and Zach spend their time searching for a clue by hanging out in the library. First, they read each book that contains demons and fairies. But, all the information they got was far from what they had experienced. When they read the history of demons, it is always related closely to hell and another sort of religion. And about fairies, it was just a story of a bunch of cute little things. What they read was pretty much useless. Not even once they mentioned purity. Kindness was there, but the ridiculous rule about desire was not mentioned.

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.

With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense. The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each laden with dusty tomes and peculiar artifacts—a glass orb swirling with mist, a dagger etched with runes, a chalice that hummed faintly. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere deep within, as if the books themselves were alive. Aria’s grip tightened on Rollan, her heart thudding as they ventured further.

“So she was murdered to keep the crown from awakening. And now, bonded to us… you’ve awakened it.” Althea’s hands trembled. That’s when Xanden’s voice rang through the vault. “You need to see what I’ve found.” We stepped through another portal—his taking us to a realm of light and thorns. The Moonspire Library, sacred only to the highest of the fae. His armor shimmered as he led us past weeping trees and glowing tomes that floated midair. Althea seemed drawn to them, her presence pulling books from their resting places like moonflowers turning toward starlight.

Something inside me was restless, like an invisible hand tugging at my chest. By the time I reached the library, dawn had barely touched the horizon. The large double doors creaked open, revealing rows of ancient shelves and the faint scent of parchment and dust. The Crescent Moon library was one of the oldest in the region, its archives holding records of every battle, every raid, every history written under moonlight. If there were answers, they would be here. I walked past the shelves until I reached the back section,The Era of the Alpha Gods. Thick books, sealed scrolls, and yellowed maps filled the space. My fingers brushed over their spines until I found what I was looking for: The Rec