Supernatural Heaven Can't Wait Novels & Stories

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

"I fucking wish you're not my sister Heaven, but I'm glad you're okay." He shifted backwards to regain composure and sighed. "Have you seen Sebastian?" I asked him and it's as if I poured hot coal on his body. "Why the fuck do you care about someone like him in the first place Heaven? Like why on earth? No matter how you think that things will fall back in place with him, it won't stop the reality that karma's going to hunt him down for everything he's done in the past. He's demonic and I don't want that for you "

let's forget that who are you goddess:- wait don't ask so many questions. let me answer you first. yes, you are dead. tell me why you haven't lived your life properly. you are a boring person. this is the last level of heaven. I know it is beautiful. but you are here because according to our law. you get two options 1. spend your time here then be reborn again and this cycle will go on or 2. your dead friend tells me that she going to wait for you in the second world. she was trapped in the devil castle. if you protect her and reborn in that world. your memories will be washed away and you will only remember your goal to protect her. but she remembers everything

Phoebe put down the menu and handed her written order to the waiter. “Okay, please wait for a moment.” The waiter took the menu before he turned around and left. After the waiter left, Phoebe shook her head and said, “There are some things about the strange mark disease, the burning of sins using the sacred fire, and the dream of the Celestial Being. What kind of place is this? I feel like I’m filming a horror movie, and we’ve come to a haunted town in the countryside. This is giving me goosebumps!”

" It takes tremendous power , most witches only end up bringing half back . The other half rots in hell . Heaven doesn't allow incomplete souls to rest in it's palace . It isn't safe . " I put my head between my hands . Heaven ? Hell ? If I bring Aeron back .. I'll be sending half of his soul to hell ? And the other half that I manage to bring back .. It will turn into a monster . I can't breathe . " Are you alright ? " She looks at me in confusion . " Y..yeah I'm fine . " I stutter as I try to take deep breaths . I squat on the ground for a few seconds , trying to regain my composure .

Without waiting to be invited in, Shawn slipped into the apartment. Isabelle couldn’t believe her eyes. He was truly there, incredibly gorgeous, showing no signs of... pain, suffering, or regret for what he had done to her. No, nothing of the sort. Shawn was as beautiful as ever, charming as a snake looking well-rested and his scent started to torment all her senses.

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

He was a monster in a gentleman's skin. "Mr. Simon Fuller, do you take Ms. Ivory Stone as your lawfully wedded wife?" A priest spoke in a solemn, compassionate tone with a statue of a saint behind him. "Do you promise to love her, protect her—whether she is radiant or fading, in health or in illness—for all the days of your life, until death parts you?" Simon dazzled with his smile. "I do."

The three shivered as they looked in front with terror in their eyes. "What's happening?" Wanda whispered as tears rolled down her eyes. All this felt too real. Before they could do anything, the scene changed once again. They were now witnessing the battle among the devils and the other supernaturals bit something was a miss. "What is this?" Zee aksed frowning hard. "There is no celestial here. What the fuck is this? They said the heavenly beings helped stop the war. I can only see supernaturals fighting against them. What the hell is this?" Jayden spoke as he balled his fists in anger.