The Heavenly Table Novels & Stories

Samuel looked up at the sky with lingering fear, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse. "What is this?" Samuel suddenly realized that there was a stone tablet next to the pit, not big, about twenty centimeters tall. There was a very strange but elegant word written on it, “Heavenly Book World.” "Velocisaurus, are you still alive? If you don't die, tell me, what is Heavenly Book World?" Looking at the stone tablet, Samuel frowned slightly. "Is there any word on it?" Velocisaurus asked weakly. "Yes!"

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.

With the last step, everything was decided. Finally, Adrian stood before the Tablet of Eternal Silence. Gazing up, he beheld a massive stone towering about a hundred meters high. One side appeared as smooth as if sliced by a knife, adorned with rows of ancient symbols. Each one exuded boundless power, and a single glance at these symbols made one feel as though one could peer into the entire universe. As the sky darkened and the moon ascended, Adrian sat down cross-legged, enveloped in darkness. Swish!

It had a large table, just enough for the people at the back to see correctly and behind it was a hooded figure, raising both their arms as they looked up above a sphere. The hooded figures closed its doors as the final families entered the church, and as soon as the doors closed, the organ started to play a melodic song. The people then stood up and clapped as a figure who was hooded in a white cloak, a priest, walked to the altar. He slowly walked to the table, letting the people trance themselves as the song and the priest bore into their minds. The priest then arrived at the table. And just like the chiselled hooded figure behind him, raised the bottom of his arms and looked above the ce

Her right eye were exceedingly sparkling like an ocean scenery from the center of the moon's reflection, her left eye was opposite from how beautiful her right eye is—wide and miserable. They both stepped back when Finesia suddenly moved. "W-who a-are y-you?" The man with the name Mariano weren't able to hide his stutter from asking the unknown young lady's identity. "I am they call the Sinner, the daughter of the God born from the mortal's womb. I heard your whimpers about the monarchs you say and speak the God's name, I am one of them— daughter of the Creator." They were in the middle of doubting but Finesia whom possess the power of Divinity struck the tree on their left side using the th

The scene that made everyone speechless once again appeared. "This… This is…" "Oh my God…" "I never… thought that I'd see such a scene…" "Where is this? Why's there such a place in Pantheon..." "This is —" Caspian looked at a giant stone tablet next to him. "Passage to Immortality!"

Referring to this, Hana became even more enraged, "The cloud sucks; it takes me into the tunnel and gets stuck there." "The Pink Cloud," Henry asked. Hana nodded, "That's it." They walked and talked until they entered the hall; Hana was overwhelmed by its magnificent scenery. Each high staircase leads in many colors representing all kinds of magic; there are 5 banquet tables arranged into 5 angles representing 5 different classes. They filled the S-class table with pastries covered in strawberry jam, chocolate ice cream, and dozens of beautiful fruits they'd never seen before. Then came the A-class banquet table, which was filled with colorful juices; each plate was presented with a piece of

Bel’Vonth is hesitant but follows suit. The grand hall where the table of the family and the rows of pews and tables are lined up for kingdom gathers has been decorated for the occasion. Those long, column tables are crafted from red oak trees and the purple cloths that cover them are meant to resemble Sindra’s favorite pigmentation. Along the wooden pews are the same hue of cloth rushing along the foundation of the long seats. At the edges and corners is gold trims that a line perfectly with the fabrics used. On top of the middle of every table is a set of white roses inside a vase of water. These flowers are the same ones that grow out in the castle maze-like a garden. Freshly plucked by B

the Duke asked and this time, even Abel sat up in his seat and although he tried his every eBay to act like he was not interested in the meeting, Ute as one that he could jot help but to pay a trait attention to. The divine message …. Was nothing short of legendary. Just like lightening, a e ugly light shine from the heavens and it was the sky itself parted to give way for this blinding light. There was the image of a woman, levitating in the air as she claimed to be the moon goddess herself speaking to her own creations.

No support poles held up the ceiling—instead, the black fabric seemed suspended by an invisible force, rippling occasionally like the surface of dark water. At the centre stood a circular table of obsidian, its surface so polished it reflected their faces with perfect clarity. Seven chairs surrounded it—four on one side, three on the other. The godking had already claimed the central seat on the far side, Chancellor Hellden taking position to his right. The third chair remained empty. "Please," the godking said, gesturing to the empty seats. "Make yourselves comfortable."