Seven Heavenly Breaths Novels & Stories

I said quietly, "but the sins you committed… You still have to pay for them. You think being given a second life means you can erase the past? The world doesn't work like that." Jim was waiting for me by the door. Without looking back, I took his hand and walked away. Garrett could spend the rest of his miserable life in the stench of decay and endless nightmares…till his last breath.

Demi-gods demanded more. Three perfect infants—already formed, already breathing shallowly in the open air—each with long, silken white-gold hair drifting like threads of starlight. Skin luminous, veined with faint golden flame. Eyes still closed. Hearts stuttering—rising, falling, rising again—as if unsure whether to live or fade. I exhaled—shaky, ragged. Three. Gods help me. Three. Their heartbeats synced with mine through the bond—fragile, fluttering, hungry.

Lady North looked up and muttered, "What's this? Thunder Raid for a Heavenly Celestial?" "They say all Earthly Celestials who ascend into becoming Heavenly Celestial have to go through a Thunder Raid so intense it would look like an armageddon. In nearly 3,000 years, anyone who managed to become a Heavenly Celestial was far and between," Muse said coolly. "However, the same Raid could happen when the Universe's Greatest Drug is completed. It will be much smaller and less intense in scale than the Raid for a Heavenly Celestial, but well… Who could have been capable of producing such a drug?"

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger

However, he seemed to get the hint and started talking about watches instead, no longer mentioning his sponsor. After he left, the workshop was plunged into silence once more. Picking up my tweezers, I plucked a gear that was smaller than a grain of rice and continued to fix the watch I was working on. That weekend, Steven sent me a message, inviting me to listen to Vivaldi's Four Seasons together. Looking at the clear, blue sky outside the window, I replied, "Sure."

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

I breathed in and out a couple of times, trying to collect my self then answered the phone. " Hello" I said into the line expecting some news. "Lily" I heard from the other line. "How are you holding up?" "Hi Nicky, I thought I was doing well but I just, I don't know. " I stated. "Any news yet? " she asked. "Not yet,"I replied back. "Lily, listen to me." Said Nicky. "Breathe, take a deep breathe in hold it, now let it out. Relax girl."

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Hearing the voice, Samuel immediately looked around anxiously. "There's no need to look around. This heaven is me, the ground is me, the air is me, the trees are me, and everything is me. I am everything here." The voice was bright and clear. "Then who the hell are you?" Samuel said frowningly. "Me? My name is Heavenly Book, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book." Samuel was puzzled, but Velocisaurus was suddenly shocked. "What? You are the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?"

he said with the volume of his voice that could only be heard by anyone nearby. Suddenly, we picked up a humming sound coming from the sky. “What’s that noise?” Raja asked. “Sounds familiar,” Brock said. Me too, it sounded like… “An airplane?” I mumbled. “There,” Miranda exclaimed, “twenty-five leagues, southwest.” Turning to the direction her finger was pointing, two… no, three warheads soaring in the sky, toward whatever settlement they targeted. There was a fourth one that began to ascend. Operation Heaven One had now commenced. The surrounding air became intense. We must get out of this place to put a stop to their plan as soon as possible.