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I felt the light, blinding and blissfully painful as my skin burnt hotter and hotter until I felt the pain burst inside of me, There was so much light and screams and then nothing, I fell into the darkness ******************************************** Authors Note Just realized that there are just around eleven chapters left to this story it's a bittersweet moment but finally just one and a half more weeks and we'll say goodbye to Genesis.

Will they make love in front of Aphrodite? So, just wait for the next chapter ;) See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

Her mind raced with thousands of questions as she walked; billboards and sparkling commercials placing on large stands above buildings. Elika raised an eyebrow as she passed a large building, a strange pounding music vibrating the ground around it, shocking her as she passed. People stumbled in and out of the complex; two large men stood at the door; deciding who could enter and who they would turn away. She looked up at the large sign above the door, realising from the name that it was one of those drinking places her brothers liked. Neon dance bar it was called, the princess shrugged uninterested as she continued down the packed streets; searching for a way that would get her out of the ci

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

THANK YOU GUYS🥰 ADDITIONAL NOTE: If you wish to read the special chapters I have to warn you first that it is all a take on the possibility of another ending for the story. Special Chapter 1: Honeymoon Special Chapter 2: Alternate Universe Thank you for reading. Until next time! 🤗

Bria The "Black Onyx" was not merely a club; it was a subterranean cathedral dedicated to the desecration of the flesh. As the heavy, soundproofed doors hissed open, the air changed, becoming thick with the scent of expensive tobacco, ancient leather, and the electric, copper-and-musk tang of institutionalized lust. Cyrus-the massive enforcer with the scarred jaw-held my upper arm in a grip that felt like a permanent iron shackle, while Dante led the way through the velvet-curtained corridors. Malachi followed behind us, his presence a dark, predatory shadow that I could feel pressing against my spine.

But deep in my chest, beneath the burning hatred, a tiny seed of unease had taken root. Why did his touch feel both repulsive and… familiar? Why did those emerald eyes make something ancient stir inside my sealed powers? I shoved the thought away violently. This was only the beginning. I would escape this place. I would regain my divinity. And when I did, Caelum Nikolaus would be the first to fall. As they pulled me down the corridor, I caught a snippet of nervous whispering between two maids watching from a doorway. “…east wing again. The master said no one is allowed near that room…”

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.