The Divine 9 Book Novels & Stories

"The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him." "I was in the ICU. The only thing keeping me alive was the idea that I couldn't die before our engagement. I lay there and told myself, over and over: I will not die the night before Julian's engagement." "I got lucky. The doctor told me the deepest cut was a centimeter from my heart. Another centimeter and I would be gone." "I held your hand afterward and told you it had to be a sign, a blessing for both of us." Julian closed his eyes. Two streams of tears ran from the corners of his eyes back into his hair and down into the pillow

I could not even cry out as I watched Garrick leave. With trembling hands, I dragged out my phone and called him. "Gary," I whispered. "Please come back and take me to the Healing Sanctum. I'm hurt. My stomach hurts so badly. I'm preg—" He cut me off. "Enough, Rowena," he said flatly. "What are you pretending now? Even if you're an Omega without a wolf, you aren't that fragile." His voice turned hard. "Calm down for a few days." The call ended. I stared at the dark screen. My heart felt as though it had been plunged into ice.

“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

In the center of the vortex, purple thunder was rolling. Hong!! A huge bolt of lightning shot down from the sky towards the Divine tripod! "Heavenly Thunder Soul Tempering!" "Spiritual Energy!" With a loud shout, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book behind the sweeping old man suddenly flew straight into the Divine tripod. The old man pinched his fingers and hung above the Divine tripod like a Buddha. Then, the majestic white energy, like a waterfall, crazily flowed from the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book's body into the divine tripod.

"It seems something must've triggered a mechanism that will kill you silently." "Then how am I supposed to get that flower." "Eddie, is your brain deflated," I turn around and grab the collar of his shirt, shaking him like a toy. "Try taking that flower will trigger all traps hidden here will be triggered. It's why you should read the scriptures he wrote to trespassers. King Reginald does not want that flower taken from Amihan." "Get off me bitch!" He shoved off as my body flung into Don's arms, and the moment I was in them, I pushed myself away, glaring at him. He made a face.

"Divine law is" "Only immutable if no one qualified to change it chooses to," she said. "Divine law was written by the original nine gods of war. You're the seventh of that nine." She held his gaze. "Fallen, yes. Stripped of most of your power. But the authority to revise the laws you participated in creating that was never taken from you. They didn't think they needed to. They didn't think you'd ever have a reason to use it." Silence.

He joked. Zenith’s face clenched but he said nothing. The man snorted and used his hand to urge them inside. Zenith and Mathias entered, glancing around, different things and potions hung around his place. As they ventured inward, Divine sat on his bed. His hair has been trimmed properly but was yet to be packed. He looked up through his golden eyes and noticed Zenith standing at the door, not entering yet. Their eyes locked and unspoken words were exchanged in that exchanged look. Two men... Who crawled out from hell. Alive and healing. Not yet.

As for the rest of my punches, they landed on areas that wouldn't be easily found. After all, he was the chairman of Kingsley Group. Hence, it might lead to a series of troublesome events if I left too many bruises on his face. Half an hour later, my parents-in-law and Oliver were all easily subdued by me and sat on the sofa listening to my lecture. "Maybe you all haven't heard that I was born with superhuman strength. So, don't try to rebel against me. I am stronger than you think. Men are not the symbol of strength. I am.

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

“The Divine Steps are actually very simple. They’re steps that mortals must climb to go against the heavens with their mortal bodies. “There are nine steps in total, and each step equals one tribulation. With each tribulation comes a punishment from the heavens. Each tribulation is stronger than the last and more calamitous.”