The Enochian Myth Book Novels & Stories

Her mark had flickered under my healing… No, there had to be something there. I tore through the books Sofia had given me, looking for something that might give me a clue what could be causing my suspicions to flare. I should have been dressing for the day of my wedding. There was a family brunch in an hour, but instead, I curled up on the window seat in my room and flipped through pages desperately. Time was almost up when I found what I was looking for in the book titled ‘Selene the Blessed’. The book was a collection of myths about a woman blessed by the Moon Goddess.

Wenzou glanced to Winastra who gave her a disapproving look. Wenzou spoke, “I guess that was wrong of me.” Winastra sighed and cuddled her head down onto her pillow tiredly, “Yes and no I suppose. Try to remember how it is that you would like to be treated and treat others accordingly. It is a good rule to live by.” “More thoughts from your big book?” Winastra nodded and was soon asleep. Wenzou was not tired though. Going to the shelf she pulled a big black book that had seen much wear down off the shelf. It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same.

He pulled his hands back from me and with a blink of an eye, he vanished in the thin air. I was flabbergasted and rubbed my eyes and then again looked in the place where he had vanished. But it was not my dream,it was real. He did vanished in front of my eyes. But how was it possible? For a man to vanish like an alien or devil. Was he anyone of them?

Nathan asked, holding up the book for the sage to see. The sage nodded slowly, "Yes, that is the one. But be warned, my lord, the knowledge within is not to be taken lightly." Nathan swallowed hard and opened the book, revealing pages and pages of intricate symbols and ancient texts. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to make sense of the words and phrases that seemed to swim before him. As he read through, the sage watched with a furrowed brow, occasionally offering explanations and translations of the more obscure passages. Nathan's mind spun with the implications of what he was reading - spells and incantations, invocations of powerful entities and dangerous rituals.

Edward asked as Lincoln magnified his eyes at the realization. "Al.co.hol?" He gasped as he closed his mouth. "I have never had alcohol" Lincoln started crying loudly, grabbing everyone's attention, making Edward panic. He dragged Lincoln aside as he closed his mouth. "Relax. Don't shout. Who gave you then?" Edward asked instantly, having little doubt that it might be Jason. "A beautiful girl. Pink fairy. She was too cute and she talks sweet" Lincoln closed his eyes to remember the girl as he praised her for everything. Edward widened his eyes as he glared at Lincoln

Drake nodded to me and back to Brianna. “Enochian,” he whispered. “Oh,” I replied. Well, that made sense. I didn’t know too much about language but I knew that Enochian was meant to be the language of the angels. Brianna glanced at the pair of us and I winced and mouthed sorry for interrupting. She smiled slightly and carried on what she was chanting. I started to feel really warm and light-headed. I knew I was swaying on my feet. Her words seemed to get louder and then they were inside my head. I felt like I was going to burst right open when I felt my knees hit the ground below me. I was vaguely aware of some other noise and the doors bursting open as my eyes closed and I was swallowed int

I didn’t interrupt her when she finished, I asked, “Why my father have never met me? Then who killed my mom? Why father didn’t save my mom?” Rebeca replied, “Because your dad and your mom committed a crime. Humanity and divinity cannot coexist together. So Ammenadiel has been punished by Zeus that he will never be able to return on the earth again and there is another story behind your mom’s death. I will show you later. You only remember, they both love you a lot and that’s why they are living far away from you as they want you to be safe.”

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one enamored with this godlike man. On our wedding night, he received a phone call and never came back. I sat on the bed until dawn, not sleeping a wink. In the early morning, he came back drunk. He calmly stroked my head and said, "You know what's the most adorable thing about you? It's that you're sensible enough not to cause trouble. The Finley family needs a mistress like you." At that moment, the anger that had welled up in my heart was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

With secrets. At the center stood a pedestal. And on that pedestal, a book. Bound in material I didn't recognize. Covered in symbols that predated modern wolf language. Pulsing with power that resonated with my mark like perfect harmony. I approached carefully. Extended Eclipse senses. Analyzed for traps. Dangers. Corruptions. Found none. Just invitation. Just welcome. Just certainty that this was meant for me. For this moment. For this exact circumstance. I opened the book. Found text that shifted. Adapted. Transformed from ancient language into modern words as I read. Divine magic making knowledge accessible across time. Across generations. Across evolution of language itself.

Lucifer said, sounding frustrated, "Why do you need that book?" I asked him, and Loss, and Lucifer both met my eyes. "The book of Enoch holds the oldest tales, and the oldest type of magick. I think Asherah's story is in there, and a way to make her mundane." Loss answered, and I felt my jaw drop. "So, the answer to this problem is by taking away her goddess powers?" I asked, the words sounding strange on my tongue. "Well she's starting all of this chaos and the book of Enoch just might be the one thing that can put a stop to this. A lot of humans are going to die if we don't get a handle on this situation." Lucifer explained, and Loss nodded in agreement.