Myth Beyond Heaven Novels & Stories

When I wouldn't have to see my mum struggle because I know I won't get better no matter how hard I'm trying. I'm glad I met you and I'm not sure I'll see you again but I will keep praying to the god of health to knock you out again so you can come back here. I'm pretty sure you have been ugly crying. I'm not sure how that will look since you are so pretty but please don't cry anymore because I know by the time you're reading this everything would have stopped hurting. I know I will make it to that place that Nurse Mary talks about, Heaven. The one with the big bright lights where there is only peace. I've been a really good girl or I have tried to if we don't count the side eyes I give Nurse

But above them The sky split. A scream rang out not from the Prophetess, not from Elara But from **beyond** the stars. Something ancient had felt the fracture of the Veil. Something **woke up.** And from the east, where the mountains met the sky A second moon began to rise. Blood-red. Twisting. Watching.

***MAYA'S POV*** My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the glaring light overhead. As the brightness faded into focus, I was met with stark white walls that felt more like a canvas hauntingly devoid of color. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with faint whiffs of medication filled the air, suffocating me. A nearby machine beeped in a steady rhythm, the sound foreign and mechanical. Suddenly, it all came rushing back. I shot up in bed, adrenaline coursing through me, only to feel a firm hand on my shoulder, gently but insistently pulling me back down. I turned to find Christi, her face etched with concern, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Viktor's confession was real, my name is on the list too, and somehow that was the most terrifying thing of all. He was supposed to break me. Instead, he was the only thing holding me together. I pressed my back against the cold stone wall and stared up at the ceiling, jaw tight, chest heaving. Somewhere beyond these walls, my father was watching the footage. Guess he's satisfied now. Somewhere behind that closed door, Viktor and Julian were circling each other like wolves. And in a few hours, I'd be thrown into the Pit. I closed my eyes. Don't bend. Don't break. My father's words kept coming back, uninvited.

Lena said "Hey what are you talking about? Besides I haven't met you before." Athena said "Adrian do the honours". Lena looked at Adrian. Adrian stated " Hey Lena I'm sorry this is coming to you now but the truth is..... You are the vessel of the star or the one you kind call gods. Tou are the embodiment of one the greatest gods in history and he chose tou to be his vessel. He died years ago but his spirit has been passed down into you. You see there is a life beyond this place. The one of good and the one of evil. Your kind calls it the heaven and hell, But we call it the Ludus and the abyss. We are sent to bring you into the Ludus so you can help with the war of that would soon befall mank

“How do you know about my family?” He tilted his head, watching me with what looked like amusement. “I know a lot of things, Lillia. Including this: your life as it is now… it’s crushing you. One shift at a time. One unpaid bill at a time. One night spent listening to your mother’s cough at a time.” My chest tightened. “Stop.” But he pressed on. “What if I told you there was another life?” he said. “One where your siblings never go hungry. One where your mother’s surgery is fully paid for. One where you don’t have to fight every single day just to breathe.”

A silver-gold horizon spread across the darkness above reality itself. Like dawn appearing inside night. The forgotten shapes beyond the skyline paused. The crying across the heavens quieted instantly. The creator stood slowly. Eyes wide. “Impossible…” The void looked upward in awe. The giant beyond reality lowered its head reverently. The guardian whispered: “IT IS BEAUTIFUL.” Because it was. Beyond the fractured darkness— a new space unfolded slowly across existence. Not heaven. Not another timeline. Something softer. Endless silver fields beneath warm stars. Lantern lights drifting peacefully through golden rivers.

I whispered to myself, devastated. "You're making progress, Hailey. You may not see it but I can. You're making little steps and it is so good to look at you being able to have a dream again. I've seen you during your tough times so trust me. You're making little steps and you'll soon make big steps. You just have to trust yourself." I heard Yaya answered. I didn't respond to her and just closed my eyes as I held my head up in the sky. I expected darkness to cover me up again but no. I saw a vision. I saw... myself. I saw myself being surrounded by stars and is painting. I can see a thing now! It's not darkness anymore! I can see a thing now. I can imagine things!

"Actually, Sir, I have found another thing in the continent... or rather, a plant that have never existed in hell, heaven or to the land of the living. I am not sure about this but I think I have seen that plant in many books when I was still human." "Stop beating around the bush. Get straight to the point, Shane." Shane took out a photograph out of his pocket and then handed him to Azrael. "I saw a wide field of Ambrosia, Sir. The plant that only exists in myths. The plant that was believed to be the food of the Gods," Shane clasped his hands together and then sat on the sofa where the other two was seated. "It is quite possible that Mara may not just created a land that connects the Heaven

“It wasn't just coincidence that we met, was it?” He took a contemplative sip of tea as I snatched a biscotti from his plate, munching it angrily. “Depends on your point of view,” he shrugged. “I took notice of you several years ago. There was a border skirmish in the Shamayim, the First Heaven. It's the realm right beyond this one, rooted in the firmament. The Damned were trying to escape into the mortal realms. They'd overtaken their guards in Gehenna, the prison of angels. It's technically my realm, but it's a rotten piece or real estate, full of molten pits, damned souls and what-have-you. You can understand why the guards grew tired of their duties, and lost focus over the cent