Seven Heavenly Breaths Novels & Stories

If someone asked him describe what the air in heaven smells like, he would say it was like the aroma of an aroused Nevea. “Say yes, please.” He said, almost hopeless. The chain to hold himself from pouncing on her was slowly getting loose, and he was afraid that he would take her even without her consent. Nevea closed her eyes, inhaling a deep breath before whispering her mind. “Take me.” Zach felt a heavy stone lifted from his shoulder, which made him breathe easier. “As you wish, love.” Nevea did not know how Zach did it, but they suddenly stood inside the small cottage. She wanted to appreciate the interior but could not as Zach pulled her to sit on his lap, making her feet hang on his si

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

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A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows while Apollo Sky’s identical cerulean eyes widened upon seeing the changes of the leader of the arch angels before them. ‘This spell!’ Apollo Sky the Loyal lost all the colors left on his ashen face. He had remembered clearly how a high ranking demon died after a blink when his father used this special spell. The name of this spell was Heaven’s Kiss. Though Apollo Sky did not know the entire dynamics of the spell or what conditions to meet in order to use this spell, he knew enough that the arch angels were the ones who could use this and they could not use this more than once in a row.

His Divine Sea was blue and calm, with an occasional wave lapping on the beach. Spreading his Divine sense Blake finds that his Divine Sea has created its laws. Unlike the small world that couldn’t attribute the heavenly tribulation, his Divine Sea had no setbacks. It was only newly formed, so it wouldn’t be able to endure such power. His soul was still sitting in a lotus position, cultivating the Divine energy and strengthening himself. Blake left his soul to continue cultivating and looked more closely to the cultivation for the Breath of Life.

Breath" can give birth to such wonderful effects." Ivor took out a filthy book from his backpack and handed it to Lucinda. "You can imagine though that the "Breath" of Heaven and Earth will never follow the instructions of a cultivator, it barely allows some of them to hear its language after all. That's why, if you want to use the Elemental forging method, you need to steal the "Breath" from Heaven and Earth." Ivor pointed at the book and Lucinda carefully opened it. She was so engrossed by the speech that she totally disregarded the poor state of its pages.

incinerated by the fact that the Human Spirit is Non-Digestible. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Fast," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Thirty-Seventh Layer was no longer a lung; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new start and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

The descent onto Astraea was no longer a cautious approach into the unknown; it was a homecoming that vibrated through the very hull of the First Mother’s Breath. As the ship broke through the iridescent amethyst clouds, the binary suns flared in a brilliant greeting, their gold and violet light reflecting off the crystalline skin of the First Father as he stood by the primary viewport. I stood beside him, my Tempered Heart beating a steady, rhythmic sixty beats per minute, a pulse that now felt like the ticking of a galactic clock. My gold-ringed eyes watched the silver forests below pulse with a frantic, joyful energy as the planet sensed the return of its original anchor.

Michal suggested as they walked towards the car. "Perfect idea sis." Lekky snapped her fingers happily, "But what will the title be?" She asked. "Smiling In Heaven." Hammed added. "Wow! What a perfect title." Lekky exclaimed. "Smiling In Heaven." Michal and Lekky chorused, they stopped and looked at each other. "She's truly Smiling In Heaven." Michal smiled, she was happy she still had Hammed and Lekky with her, they've been through so much together but they were still with each other.