Rapture Novels & Stories

Leaping from one precarious rock to another, I was consumed by desperate prayers. 'Please be safe,' I pleaded silently. 'Let this not be the truth. The prophecy must be mistaken.' *** Aurora While I was leaping into the air, resigning myself to fate, my mother suddenly intervened, her grip strong as she pulled me back from the edge. Her cries, filled with anguish and reproach, appeared distant, drowned out by the overwhelming rush of emotions. Images of Xander, his smile, and our shared memories flooded my mind until everything faded to black.

Then I looked at Kade, steady, promising power without guilt. “You’re trying to pull me in opposite directions,” I whispered. “Not pull,” Kade said. “Choose.” “Choice is an illusion,” the figure replied. “Fate always finds its path.” I turned back to the circle, placing my hand on the stone symbol. Energy rushed into me again, faster this time. Stronger. I saw the Rift. A tear in the sky, leaking black smoke and there was something inside it… waking. I pulled my hand back, gasping.

Hope was a dangerous thing, it bloomed bright in your chest, only to twist into darkness, into something dangerous until you gave up, until there was nothing left to take, and it left you an empty shell of the person you used to be. Cinderblock walls with scratched names, tally marks, and obscenities from those that came before him, stared back at him. The sweat, mildew, and ammonia was heavy in the air, almost damp with the little circulation present. The worst part was the waiting. Listening to grown men pray, curse, and sometimes cry before their names were called, made the waiting seem longer.

Zayden roared, his eyes flashing a brilliant, blinding gold. Kaelira felt the air in the room begin to swirl, a psychic pressure that made her head ache. She looked between Zayden’s agonized face and Ronan’s predatory grin. She didn't understand the 'curse,' but she understood one thing perfectly: she was the spark that was about to set this entire world on fire.

Orgasms chained together in one endless, soul-shaking wave that sent ripples of pure rapture across all existence. When the intensity finally softened, the chamber was a vast, glowing tangle of satisfied bodies. Vespera lay nestled between me and Silas, her body flushed and marked with love. Draven cradled Sable against his chest. Lorien and Wren rested entwined. Rook’s strong arms held the center close. Vespera looked up at us with shining, blissed-out eyes. “The rapture never stops… it only deepens.” I kissed her softly, tasting the mingled essence of the gathering. “That is its beauty. Perpetual. Infinite. Ours.”

That night they called “Eternal Gratitude.” The sanctuary was packed beyond capacity. Torches burned low and sensual. The air was thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the heavy musk of devotion. Over one hundred and eighty bodies filled the space — Kanes, Vosses, and their growing global network. The encrypted stream surged past 82 million viewers. Sophia and Aurora stood at the center of the black marble altar, bodies glistening. Sophia’s pregnant belly was full and radiant, milk flowing freely. Aurora stayed pressed close, kissing and worshipping her sister’s curves with open hunger.

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Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

Her response was to close her eyes tightly, biting down on her lips as if to prevent her from making too much noise. If she likes it so much, why is she holding back? “Open your eyes Raine.” I want to see it all. She hears me, but doesn’t open. “Raine? Does it feel good?” “Yess…” she whimpers out. “Open your eyes and let me see.” Still nothing. I gently tug at her hair, exposing her neck more. Her eyes flutter open, and so do her lips. She forms a perfect O, but still remains silent. I stare in her deep brown eyes, seeing them water.