Spell Deity Novels & Stories

Third Deity said “You are here,,,why?” “Your mate” First deity said “Her time is running out,,,,” “Stop” Kingston said “We told you before,,,it’s her fate to die,,,,,” Second deity said “Why can’t I turn her into a witch? We are mates,,she’s supposed to have transformed,,,,,” “She’s an ice queen,,she’s not made to become a witch” first deity said “Then why must she die?? Do something,,,” “We can’t do anything devil,,,and you can’t do anything either” Third deity said

She finished and the pack bowed as they all left one after the other. “Priest.” Valerie called and the priest lifted his gaze to meet Valerie’s. “Suprema, you called for me.” He answered and Valerie nodded. “Yes, indeed,” she answered, “I had a dream that seem to be confusing to me.” Valerie started as she explained the dream she had exactly how she had it, the priest only stood in front of her as he listened attentively. “The goddess is displeased with you.” The priest said and Valerie adjusted, clearing her throat, she spoke.

Oh my almighty lord, she spoke very softly like a queen or a goddess. "It's okay, by the way, I'm really a Goddess because the meaning of Dea attached to my name is female God or Goddess. Guardian Toki, you can now start defending Manuel Kagura Anastacio." Supreme Dea Justo said, who clarified my mind. I was nervous about Dea's order to Guardian Toki. Huhuhu, Lord, I know I am a sinful creature. I hope you will forgive me.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

She turned her face away, but he caught the tear that slipped down her cheek. “I wish I’d never met you,” she said. “I don’t.” She met his gaze, her eyes red-rimmed. “I’m going to die.” He shook his head. “Not if I can help it.” “You already tried. And now we’re trapped.” “I’m not finished yet.” She almost laughed. “What are you going to do? Fight your way out of a ritual to create a literal deity?” “If that’s what it takes.” Adrianna stared at him, and for a fleeting moment, she saw the boy hidden beneath the man—the lost child shaped into a weapon by their father. Someone who had never learned to be gentle, honest, or free. Yet here he was, offering her all three.

Shinee tells me. "Who is he?" Shinee chuckles, as if he is sharing a joke with just himself. "He's the Moon's bitch. Does whatever the entity wants, and in return, gets immesurable power. More than immortals like me, Fate and Time combined. I would avoid him if you can."

wanting to hug you and kiss you? Khana was surprised to hear those words from the priest, but before she could react, another statement had caught her shaken to the core... "What if he wants to tell you that you are the moon that lights his dimmed world?" Khana remembered those exact phrases. She held her breath and uttered, "Could it be..." "From here on. Your sin shall be absolved, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the holy spirit. Amen. She panicked when the door clicked. Soon after she heard footsteps leaving the confession room, her body moved and followed the priest outside.

Silently, I prayed to the Moon Goddess, hoping he would believe my words and leave the pack at once. That’s right! I had no proof. In my previous life, I was merely David’s pawn. He unearthed the truth about Max and reveal it to everyone. Until I died in the thick snow, I never had the chance to access those invaluable documents. “You seem like a benevolent lady for giving me the opportunity to leave safely,” Max commented. “So, I am grateful and believe in you, my future Alpha.” Max smirked, “However, I won’t leave unless you provide me with proof.”

There are three celestial orders: The Lowest (angels and archangels) The Middle (Dominions, Virtues, Powers) And the Highest (Thrones, Cherubim, Seraphim) Seraphim can't be made from mortals. Only from the hand of God. But Thrones? Thrones can be reborn from other beings. Thrones enforce divine justice. That's what I am now. The firebrand. The judge. The balancer of scales. “You can transform into your other forms, Jacob,” the voice of God says. “How, Father?” I ask.