The Heavenly Table Novels & Stories

Their gazes moved to the child and brought their gazes back to her after she gave a warning growl. She left them to finish their meal and climbed the steps to the stone table. She stood to the side and watched Adele as she cautiously approached the table. Her hand reached out and hovered above it as she stretched her fingers wide. “Can you feel it?” Adelaide asked her. The power that resonated from the table was unmissable, it hummed through the air and surrounded any within its vicinity. It was always interpreted in different ways. To some it was comforting, to others it was unnerving. Many could not withstand the power of the Goddess in the flesh, only Alpha’s could stand so close.

We just kept running, as if controlled by a supernatural force. She barged a large antique door open and led me inside, closing the he door behind her. I found the interior of the building strangely familiar - the long chairs set side by side, constituting of four in a row, the colored windows with depictions of people with sun disks over their heads, the carving of beings with wings on the interior side of the door, the designated area at the extreme end, elevated above its surroundings, with a table at the center, and the giant sculpture of a man nailed to a cross, hanging just above the table. She looked around in urgency, looking for something only she could see. She seemed to have not f

His purpose is to covet the prophesy child, but some Alphas prefer the child dead. Whoever attacked here must have spared Heaven because they deemed her useless. He walks around the cabin, deciphering that the former inhabitants of it must have digested poverty to their core. There are a few things in the cozy place; a table, a sack of clothes, a cupboard of kitchen utensils, plaited baskets filled with foodstuff—probably gotten from foraging—and a heap of blankets in a corner. Among the trinkets on the table, Frail finds a rough book with the sentence ‘My name is Heaven’ written repeatedly in childish scrawl.

He was too scared to say a word even when his own wife was being offered up to serve the divine tree. … The next day, a few muscular men brought a sedan chair to the village before dawn broke on the horizon. According to the rules, the woman had to be blindfolded when she was delivered to the divine tree to prevent the location of the tree from being exposed. "Drink this, Hailey," David said as he offered me a bowl of black liquid. I took the bowl from him. The strong, herbal scent stung my nose. "What is this?" "It's to calm your nerves, so you won't feel as much pain later," David explained with bright eyes.

The Standard of the New Era The long banquet table at the apex of the Sovereign Elite Grand Hall was carved from solid, seamless obsidian, polished until it reflected the cold, brilliant white glare of the crystal chandeliers hanging far above. Silver serving trays and porcelain dishes clinked softly, but the atmosphere inside the royal dining tier remained dense with the heavy, unyielding pressure of international supernatural law.

My breath caught in my throat. The room was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at. Tall windows showed a view of stars I'd never seen before,bnot the empty black sky of the Shadow Realm, but actual constellations that twinkled like diamonds. Tapestries covered the walls, showing scenes of gardens and sunlight and people who looked happy. But it was the table in the center that made me forget how to breathe. A small round table set for two, covered with a white cloth that gleamed like snow. Hundreds of candles surrounded it, their flames dancing in a breeze that smelled like spring rain. Real flowers... not shadow thorns..... filled crystal vases, their petals every color I'd forgotten exis

Her eyes did a crawl around the small sized cell filled with cobwebs on the walls and ceiling. "This is the Celestial Imperial." The old lady answered. “The Celestial Imperial?” She repeated with a confused look on her face. “What’s does it mean? Perhaps is this heaven…or hell?” She questioned frantically. They all exchanged glances, wondering if their new inmate was in her right senses to think this place was heaven…maybe it was hell on earth. “This is a supernatural society that harbors all kinds of special creatures like witches, wizards, werewolves and vampires.” The youngest of them explained.

The Great Dining Hall of the First City was a masterpiece of Northern architecture. The table was a single slab of translucent ice-quartz, illuminated from beneath by glowing moss that shifted from a soft gold to a deep, warning amber. Above us, the ceiling opened to the stars, the constellations of the North hanging like diamonds in the velvet black sky.

Everytime anyone looked at me, I instantly assumed that they knew what I did. “Well," Professor Holden sighs, bringing my attention back to his. " I have no idea how you are going to receive this news. If it'll be good or bad news to you. Vivian Kingstale isn't dead." “What?" “Yes. In fact she's One of the two warlocks we're currently hunting down, across Lunaris."

"Don't be afraid my sweetheart. I am your friend, people call me Dolly" "Step back, go.... go away!".she got brood. "Ok fine, Listen to me" before he came closer she threw ice cream on his face. in reflex, it step back and Sarah got a chance to close the window. "Listen to me, dear" He smiled while cleaning his face and start tapping on the window giving it a musical rhythm. Due to the closed window voice came slow but it was obvious he was singing a song.