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

A knot forms in my stomach, though. “What do you think?” Sydney says as he reappears, motioning to the tangle of metal sprawled out before me. A large, rounded table sits in the very center of the room. On its surface, the planets of our solar system slowly dance around our moon. I step toward it, gazing down at the stars etched onto the surface of the table. “Sydney, why didn’t you tell me your family had something like this?” “Can you use it?”

“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.”

Is it summer in heaven? I try to get up from the heavenly soft cloud that I was lying on. My clothes are wet, heavenly dripping wet. Am I sitting on a raining cloud? I look around and see a big OLED screen TV with Sony HTST 5000 music system. People are dying on earth because of hunger and here god is spending in an extravagant way.

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.

Okay, that was much more absurd than the whole goat mate story. That was stupid. The head table was the kind of table one noticed without even trying... it was drapped in white linen, glittering with silver dishes, and surrounded by the highest-ranking wolves in the hall. There was Kael, right there at the centre, since he was the Alpha and all that shit, Lyria beside him, their visiting guests filling the remaining seats. The candles caught on crystal glasses, casting shards of light across the polished plates. But my eyes were locked, inevitably, on the man at the right-hand side of Kael.

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.

Then they guided me to the table. That table. The one reserved for the elite. The popular. The cruel. And now, me. An omega. I swallowed hard as I sat, and I could practically feel every eye on me. My skin prickled. Then I looked up—and met his eyes. Damian. Sitting across from me like he belonged to a world far above mine. The Alpha of Silverpack. Cold. Commanding. Untouchable. Except… his stare wasn’t cold. Not anymore. It was burning.