Rahasia Tuhan Novels & Stories

We huddled around the table, each of us holding our breath as the information slowly revealed itself. Alexander, his brow furrowed in concentration, began navigating the labyrinth of files. "There's a lot of technical jargon here," he muttered, scrolling through lines of complex code and schematics. "But from what I can gather, this project… whatever it was, it was highly classified." Sarah leaned closer, her eyes scanning a document titled "Project Lazarus." "Lazarus? Like the Lazarus from the Bible, the one who rose from the dead?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

The doors were just…open, as if secrecy itself had shrugged and given up. Governments, corporations, shadow guilds, bloodline cabals whispered about in back alleys—every single secret they had was yanked out into the daylight by a line of code so elegant it made seasoned hackers and paranoid spymasters alike feel vaguely nauseous. It wasn’t just a hack. It was a reckoning. Nyxara stood in the command hub, hands behind her back, shoulders squared, eyes steady as the world’s careful lies came crashing down. She looked almost serene, as if she’d been waiting for this storm all her life.

It echoed in the entire area. As Sebastian spoke, the flesh that had fallen off was being visibly restored very rapidly. The Divine Law domain that enveloped the entire hill seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist. The mountains beneath Sebastian's feet were vibrating, and the air around them seemed to be sucked out in an instant. "Is this… Ahem… Is this cosmic disorder?" Ignatius was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped open. Cosmic disorder was a top-secret technique that belonged to the Order of the Sacred Virtue. They would never teach it to outsiders.

I didn’t tell them about what the Aeternum Has done in order to kept the state secret remained as a secrets. After all like any nations and government in both Fantasma and Earth, Stuff like this tend to get very dark real quick. Also in order to keep my secrets, I have no qualms on taking the dark route, after all, I am leading a country of my own, which there were already million of lives depending on my decision in order to keep living. Rafaela were far too kind to know stuff like this, so only those that were comfortable with stuff like this would have to hold the secret along with me.

When Aaron still does not want to participate in Freya’s little play, she then threatened him--- blackmailed him--- that if he did not participate, then she will tell his father all of his secrets: that he is gay and that he was also hiding another secret. Aaron was enraged and demanded how Freya knew about that when he has not told anyone about it except Arthur, and he knew that Arthur would never spill something that is private like that. And at the fun of the moment, Freya revealed that she has a connection, a place to get all those information, all the secrets that a person holds. She revealed that she has a hold of the ‘God’s Eye’ and that allowed her to access that wide variety of info

Destiny quickly refuted Pathfinder’s statement, believing that there was something else forcing Asherah to hide her abilities. “So, what could be the reason she hid this power?” Red Rose asked. “Worry,” Destiny stated. “Worry? What could she possibly be worried about with such power?” Red Rose asked. She could not understand what there was to worry about. “I don’t know. But whatever power that is, it may bring chaos to this realm.” It didn’t matter what Destiny, or the others thought. Asherah could care less about what they were discussing, and even if she did care, those emotions would be evaporated once the Ausra in her was released.

Elara wrapped her arms tightly around herself. “Kael opened these records after the ceremony.” “Yes.” “Which means he already suspected something.” Darius’s expression darkened. “I think Kael has known for longer than he should.” That sent another wave of unease through her. “How?” “We don’t know yet.” But someone did. Someone inside Blackwater. Someone close enough to hidden archives and sacred law to suppress information for years. Elara’s thoughts flashed suddenly toward her childhood. The whispers. The avoidance. The strange way elders sometimes looked at her before quickly looking away. Not pity. Recognition. Fear.

“Not your fault you’ve never heard of them, newbie. It’s a secret society founded for more than a century. The only people who ever know are the nation’s most important top brass. They say that Sicut In Caelo is so powerful, it could rival a small country! And that legendary Saint who leads them? They say he’s like a god, man. Even Ares is wary of the Saint. It’s the only reason why Rheasia even allowed this syndicate to exist for so long…” “Whoa, that is insane! I didn’t even know about it at all! Looks like there’s a lot of sh*t I don’t know!”

Her mind flashed back to the file she had seen on the Mother Superior’s desk. The Order of The Seraphim was boldly written on it. What if the Mother Superior was actually a villain? Arya’s heart pounded frantically against her chest as the realization dawned on her. Nah, Isabel is grumpy, yes, not evil. She tried to step closer, hoping to listen more intently, but the thick wall protecting what was inside was high. As her shoulder leaned on the wall, a brick shifted from its place, revealing a secret entrance with stairs that led underground. The last time she had seen something like this was when she discovered her father’s involvement in human trafficking. What was it with the people in he

I swiped it open. My blood turned to pure ice. Attached to the text were three high-resolution photographs. The first was a shot of my car parked outside the back entrance of Crimson Arch. The second was a blurry but unmistakable photo of me standing in the VIP lounge of the club, surrounded by information brokers. Beneath the images, a single line of text appeared: I know what you do at Crimson Arch, Alpha Aiden. Play your cards very carefully, or the entire council gets these pictures by midnight.