The Heavenly Table Novels & Stories

Too tranced to notice a maid approaching her. "Good morning, Mam. Master has summoned you to the Dining hall," The maid said, abruptly shaking Angela off her stupor. Her shoulders jolted on guard but regained her composure almost instantly. "Yeah, okay." Angela blurted, following the maid to a large dining hall. It was as large as Da Vinci's painting. The last supper, where Jesus was sitting with his twelve disciples. Lucifer was seated on the far end of the table, he was in the same attire he was wearing this morning.

After all, there were still some people who did not want to get involved in the competition for heavenly leaderboard. For example, amony those in the last heavenly leaderboard, Austin, Alice, and the monk of Snow Summit had already announced that they would not participate in the competition for heavenly leaderboard.

“Thanks. I’ll pass that along.” We walk into an ornate white marble chamber. Tapestries, curtains, and carpeting adorned the shiny cold surface in all shades of reds and pinks, edged in gold. A honey colored, large, round yew wood table dominated the space with matching chairs covered in red velvet cushions. More chairs line the walls for additional seating. When we walk to the table, I see different symbols of the goddess Hecate carved into the wood: a large triple moon in the center, and torches, three-headed dogs, labyrinthine serpents, large keys, and athames scattered around the edges. An intricate rope pattern borders the edge of the table. Moonstones are inlaid in various decor

“The Divine Steps are steps leading to the heavens, consisting of nine levels. Once you attain the ninth Divine Step, you’ll be dealt a heavenly tribulation!” Heavenly tribulation... Luna’s eyes flickered with a strange brilliance when she heard the unfamiliar but mysteriously powerful words. She could not help but repeat them. “Heavenly tribulation...” The lamia continued, “Once you overcome the tribulation, you’ll enter a truly new world, like a carp transforming into a dragon. From then on, you’ll be unparalleled in the world. You’ll have the ability to traverse the heavens and earth, and even turn stone into gold. You’ll enter the mythical realm of transcendents, demons, and fiends.”

I’m deeper still. The smell is rancid as I descend the steps into a damp and cloyingly warm chamber sitting past that first picturesque mausoleum. A pentagram is burned into the earth here, and I mean it is actively alight and glowing, like cherry red coals in a fire. Stood inside is a thrashing mass of what looks like tar and shadow and crimson eyes – Even with Ashmedai in control, my body vomits at the sight of it, the feel of him-- “Daniel,” Christian softly calls. He’s stood trapped in the center of that pentagram, glowing with heavenly light. The demonic mass is nowhere to be seen, but I know that thing is still lurking here, right behind Christian's breathtaking, stolen image.

One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

Everyone set down their glasses and cutlery and turned their chairs toward the screen. Dad tapped a few buttons on his tablet, and the image flickered before sharpening into focus. "Highlights From the Past 72 Hours." The title was bold and red. On screen, I was on my knees, tongue pressed against the joint of a water pipe, lapping up the droplets that seeped through. The water tasted of rust and rot. But I drank greedily, desperately. I just wanted to stay alive.

“Can someone explain what the High Table is?” I demanded. “The High Table is composed of the most powerful Alpha’s of our time. The Alpha’s of the five largest packs. They are our government. They hold sway over every Alpha in this country.” Garrett replied. I placed the pieces together and frowned, “When I become Luna of all three pack’s, I’ll officially have the largest pack in the country. They’ll want me to take a seat at the High Table.” “You? Never.” Julian scoffed, his expression souring. “Doesn’t matter if you could kill them all, they’d never let a woman sit at the High Table. They’ll insist on your mate’s taking that honor.”

“What a prodigal! How precious the heavenly law fruit is! It is the main medicinal ingredient for the refinement of the heavenly law pill. One heavenly law fruit could be used to refine ten heavenly law pills, and each pill’s effect is stronger than eating a heavenly law fruit raw.” Even Donovan was fire-eyed as he said, “There must be more of them on him.” Gabriel said, “That’s right. Get him to hand over the heavenly law fruits.” Alex looked up. He saw endless blood and many corpses. All of them were disciples of the Plenilune Sect. Frostine inside the apse was currently the new sect master of the Plenilune Sect, the hope of the Plenilune Sect. Since Frostine was in trouble, the Plenilune

Celestial beings, radiant embodiments of harmonious wisdom, awaited the couple on the celestial trail, their presence infusing the cosmic sanctuary with an air of divine reverence. In the heart of the celestial trail, a harmonious platform materialized—a cosmic stage that seemed to echo with the harmonies of the universe. Symbols and constellations adorned this harmonious space, glowing with a cosmic brilliance that hinted at the revelations awaiting the harmonious souls. The energies within the cosmic stage pulsed with a harmonious resonance, beckoning Victoria and Alexander to step further into the harmonious unknown.