Poetic Wisdom Novels & Stories

"No Wisdom is only a Demigod. Her mother and grandmother are shifters and nothing more. There's no way Wisdom can't be immortal." Upstairs Whitman looks at Wisdom's property on his phone and sees the warriors guarding it. He had installed some cameras in the trees as a backup plan. Whitman knew that when Beausden and Carmine got wind of someone hanging around there they would send warriors to kill them if they didn't do the deed themselves. He gets angry because he thinks for sure Wisdom would have come back if nothing more than to walk around or visit her parents' graves. Nobody knew that the two graves were decoys. Wisdom had two graves dug and tombstones with Larisa and Ossian pictures o

*** POV of the Tree of Knowledge They came to me in search of power. Some came in search of answers as well. I have been witness to ages that have come and gone, I have seen heaven and hell. The wheel of time, turns with no hindrance, Love comes and whispers peace in its bossom. Like the floating cloud, it is delusional. It gives you strength to move the entire colloseum . Naive, fragile, tender but poisonous at times. Love is a dagger that lovers would happily pierce their hearts with. This love, they never understood it's true meaning or worth.

" 'Lost Wisdoms' are profound wisdoms from an ancient era that gave those who possessed them the great power to alter the law of nature we know at will. As a kid, we’ve probably heard myths about them a few times to describe the extraordinary phenomena that take place around the world. And I never once believed in those tales with no historical evidence, let alone many that were explained by modern science. Until one day, I had seen it for myself..." Weiss describes what happened to him.

Andrew remained unfazed as he continued, "And one more thing—true wisdom has nothing to do with age. If you've lived all these decades and still haven't figured that out, then congratulations—you've basically wasted your entire life. Next time you want to learn something, start by showing a little humility."

Functionally. "I think," Wonder said, "we discovered something important. Not that questions are good or bad. Not that practice is right or wrong. But that different things belong in different spaces. That simultaneous incompatibility doesn't mean ultimate incompatibility. That contradictions can coexist if they have room to be contradictory separately. That's wisdom. Real wisdom. Practical wisdom. The kind that actually helps people live together. I'm proud of us. We found a way. We held both. We made the impossible work. Not by choosing. But by creating space for both choices. That's beautiful. That's growth. That's us getting better at being community."

"And we'll pass the next one too. Together, we can overcome anything." --- The following day, they arrived at a serene grove where the Trial of Wisdom awaited. At the center of the grove stood a pedestal with an ancient tome resting upon it. The air was filled with a sense of reverence, and the group approached the tome with caution. Luna opened the tome, and the pages glowed with a soft light. The words within seemed to shift and change, forming a riddle. She read it aloud: "To see the path that lies ahead, you must first see within. What is unseen yet always present, a guide through thick and thin?"

she began, her voice thoughtful, "have you ever considered the qualities that define a true leader?" He tilted his head, intrigued by her sudden shift in conversation. "I suppose I have," he replied cautiously. "But I'd like to hear your perspective." She smiled, a serene expression that seemed to light up the room. "The oldest offers profound insights into leadership," she said softly. " Wisdom as a cornerstone. This personification of wisdom suggests that true leaders seek and apply divine insight in their decisions." Asher listened intently, captivated by her eloquence. He had always known Elena possessed depth, but hearing her articulate these principles with such clarity was both surpri

Only, his answer had also birthed more questions. "Then why are we here Grandfather?" "You see little doll, that is our realm of origin. It is risky, but even the most ferocious of beasts, don't always gobble up their young. Let us go little doll." Upon finishing his statement, the circular platform that held their weight began to move, flying at a moderate pace. Their destination, the dark realm- their place of origin. A god of eloquence and poetry had once said, "At certain times, it is what seems to be the folly of men that yield fruits of wisdom." Was he right? Well, only time- no luck- will tell whether Bragi was actually right.

What he saw were not men, what he is seeing are beasts. Men butchering men for greed. Greyhounds ripping off virgins for mystical traditions. Who says wisdom comes with age? Then does it mean that all these grey hounds are not grown or their wisdom has left them. His head was just waltzing, it was just rolling like a celestial spiral.

'The road may be long, tortuous and wearied. But the resulting success is enduring, sure and sweet. The fool abandons hope in the wearied journey of life. The wise gets going - holding firmly to the promise of a better tomorrow. He that gives up too soon fails to understand that life rewards with success only those who cling on to hope against hope. Those who hope when it is unfashionable to hope.' 🌹🌹 His Weakness (Part 5) 🌹🌹