The Divine 9 Book Novels & Stories

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Thus, I turned down Draven again. However, after overhearing Seth talking to his buddies, I impulsively called Draven. Draven did not ask any questions. He happily agreed to marry me and said yes to everything I wanted. As I cuddled up to Draven, I could not help asking, "Don't you want to know why I suddenly said yes to marrying you?" Draven's reply was kind and simple. "If you want to tell me, go ahead." I was shocked. "You're not worried I might be a con artist?"

Everything was falling into place. Nine souls pulsed inside me, their combined energy making me feel invincible. Immortal. Divine. Each one had its own signature, its own voice. I could distinguish between them now—this one had been a warrior, proud and strong. That one had begged. Another had accepted their fate with quiet dignity. Nine lives I'd taken to get to this moment. Nine sacrifices for the greater purpose.

The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor. The contract clearly stated: Zoey had been given 99 chances. If he chose her even once, she’d be allowed to stay and marry him. If not—she’d be forced to leave the country and never return. And he… He had chosen Claire. Every. Single. Time. He had ignored Zoey. Let her get hurt. Rejected her. Again and again. What the hell had he done? Adrian leaned against the wall, stunned, unable to breathe. Linda finally spoke.

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

“And if she’s using physical conduits, there must be texts that describe counter-rituals. The old priests wrote about spiritual cleansing. Possession-breaking.” “Possession?” The word burned in my throat. Lira nodded slowly. “That’s what this is, Damon. The first thread of it.” Rayna exhaled, steady but cold. “Then we find the thread and cut it before she weaves the rest.” “Somewhere in this library,” Lira said, scanning the endless shelves, “there’s a volume called ‘Divine Inversions.’ It’s one of the oldest texts on corrupted bindings. Half myth, half manual. I haven’t read it yet; the last archivist sealed it after the war of the twin gods. Thanks to Wendrah we have it here. But if the se

"I know it with everything in me that I'm not meant to be with him. My wolf doesn't know it, but I do. Something isn't right." She nodded at Divinity as Caleb held out his arm, a grin on his face. "Prepare to lose your girl, Alpha-bitch." The rage that consumed me was unmeasurable. If Vivian weren't between us, I'd rip off his arm. Divinity walked over, grabbing his hand quickly and then reaching to grab Vivian's. I fell to my knees, silently praying to the Moon Goddess. 'Please don't let her be taken from me..' I watched silently as Divinity closed her eyes, and a soft glow of light permeated from her hands where she touched the two of them. Vivian and Caleb stared where she touched, waitin

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

" A chill ran down my spine. I finally understood why the women who were sent to the divine tree always returned to the village in a daze. They didn't participate in a ceremony that was meant to appease a god. Instead, they were sexually assaulted by this gang of beasts! I struggled wildly, but the concoction had stripped me of my strength. My resistance was basically nonexistent to them. "Get away from me!" Isaac grabbed my chin with his callused hand. He licked his chapped lips before saying, "Drop the act. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you? You were moving so enthusiastically in the hall earlier. No one will believe you even if you pretend to be chaste now."