Sefirah Glow Of God Novels & Stories

“It has been too long since I wore mortal flesh.” The words rang with a thousand echoes, layered as though spoken by a choir of stars. Her body trembled, unable to contain the divinity filling it. Yet the glow settled, softening the tremors, wrapping her fragile bones with godlike command. Selene, the Moon Goddess, had crossed the veil.

"I… I saw someone." Lorian frowned. "Who?" Aria hesitated, then whispered the name. "Seraphina." Elroth went rigid. "Seraphina?" he repeated. "That… That’s impossible." Aria turned to him. "Why?" Elroth’s expression darkened. "Because Seraphina is the Goddess of Darkness." Silence consumed the room.

“The one Elara buried. Before thrones. Before flame. Before the wolfblood lines drew their first breath.” Saphira nodded slowly. “The god of the roots. The Hollow Flame. The First Hunger. The name buried even by the stars.” “In prophecy,” she added, almost breathless, “he is only ever called: The God Below.” Seren did not move. The seer touched her again. And spoke once more: “You shine too bright. He sees her in your light.” “Elara,” Seren whispered. The name left her lips like a curse and a confession.

"White dragon." As soon as he ended his words, a searing burn shot through her divine mark. The light within her flared to life, blinding and uncontrollable, radiating a fierce, otherworldly glow that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. One of the girls gasped, stumbling backward and falling into the retreating crowd. "Miracle... W-What is that?" "My God, Miracle... Don't scare us..." "W-What's with the glow?" "Say something, Miracle..."

“You want to talk about your father so Goddess-damned bad? Enjoy talking to him when you meet him in the sky.” From a weapon that small, the cut is long but shallow. “You are”—my breath rattles up my throat—“a fucking fool.” I reach for the power I know is there, the scrap of the Goddess hiding behind my breastbone, waiting for the chance to heal. My body heats as it leaps to my call. I begin to glow, brighter and brighter. With one palm on the slash across my chest and the other on the patch of ice, I close my eyes and—

I don’t want to die by the way, do not get me wrong, but listening to the Goddesses talk like this, makes me want to die even less. “I hate both of you.” Selene says, disappearing in a silver light without further words. Rae and Gladagh both turn their unnerving eyes on me, both their auras so different from Selene’s. Selene’s is usually calm, serene and trusting - if not a little vague. Like her answers and presence. Rae is a predator through and through. Her movements, the way she is looking at me, the way she speaks and is observant on everything around her. Her aura is pressing without being fully dangerous. Very confusing to be honest. And Gladagh is more familiar, as she is the Goddess

There had been other strange scenes in Sean's mind earlier. He had seen himself walk into a coffin, carrying Rainey's lifeless body. Behind him, there had been a woman dressed in a black nun's habit. The woman's name was Phoenix Gyles. She was Phoenix War God, one of Salvania's four Great War gods! "Rainey, how could you be so silly?" He had been torn apart with grief. "Rainey… I don't want to wait for the next life. I'll come right now and keep you company," he had murmured to himself dazedly.

Through the hazy twilight, she managed to say, “You’ve…made…dreadful…mistake. I’m…just…girl. I’m…human.” “Don’t think so little of yourself, Goddess. We both know the truth of it.” In Serena’s growing delirium, and with the last bit of energy she had left, Sirona took over and cried out, “Raphael, anam chara, my soul mate, save me!” “You see! You are Sirona, Goddess of Healing! You even call for your long lost husband. I know of him from mythology books. Sorry, but he’s not been around since…well, since you died the first time.”

CHAPTER ONE People think I am blind, but I'm not. I can clearly see people that I have to close my eyes to avoid what I don't want to see. My father said my vision was a blessing, but I think it's a curse. It's a well-kept secret from my family. I, Samantha Grey, am a seer.

I needed to do what I came here to do even though I was moved. “Okay,” I breathed out a sigh. I reached for Gloria’s hands and she tentatively gave them to me. They were warm and a bit bony. As I held them, I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let it out. “That’s it…” I heard the voice of the Moon goddess. “Touch her soul and cleanse her body of the sickness that this mortal world has plagued her with.” As soon as I opened my eyes, a blinking light suddenly erupted from my place of contact with Gloria. I heard her yelp as she looked away quickly.