Novel & Cerita The Infinite And The Divine Audiobook

"What…did you say?" "I had a hunch but Madaline confirmed it. Do you even know what a Divine Bird is?" "You better explain it to me properly." "Fine. A Divine Bird is one of the direct descendants of the goddess Nataroth and as such, they can control time and space. This is obvious in the way they cannot age or die. At some point in history, the Divine Birds became the Werephoenix and started to live like mortals. If the Divine Birds were ever killed, just like Destiny, time and space will be fixed in place. If this happens, then world order will be rewritten easily and magic may cease to exist completely."

I never knew someone of divine power to be a succubus. Zeus, Hera, and Thor all turn their heads to look at me, waiting for my reply, but I am at a loss for words for once. I don't know what to say to make this better. I clear my throat, pausing to gather my thoughts before turning my attention back to Hilda. "My mate has been gifted divine powers the same as you and I, and just because her infinity over electricity is stronger than yours doesn't mean she is a succubus."

The growth in the ants' strength, and the increase in loyalty, compared to the improvement in Ethan Brooks' abilities, had a fundamental difference, because it meant he was no longer an ordinary person. But just when Ethan Brooks was exhausted and didn't want to move any further, waves of wildly agitated psychic fluctuations came, accompanied by warnings of danger, causing Ethan Brooks to suddenly sit up from the ground. It was sent out by Sparta!

I struggled to grasp the concept. Aunt Meg continued, her voice low and mysterious, "You see, child, there are some people who are touched by the divine. They carry within them a melody that can heal wounds, calm storms, and even bring the dead back to life. They are rare, and their gifts are beyond our mortal comprehension." I furrowed my brow, feeling more confused by the minute. The wind outside seemed to echo my confusion. What on earth was Aunt Meg talking about? I had grown up hearing stories of legends and myths in my pack, but this was unlike anything I had ever encountered.

Lyra — POV Light swallows everything. Not warm light. Not divine light. Not a light that heals. A light that annihilates. It floods the divine plane like a star going supernova, tearing through shadow and god-flesh and memory. I’m weightless and burning and infinite all at once. Cain’s hand in mine is the only real thing left, the only anchor keeping me from dissolving into the light. The Goddess is speaking—but her words bend and echo, warped by the power detonating through us.

The air—or whatever passed for air here—buzzed with impossible energy, vibrating in rhythm with the artefact’s pulsing shards. “You shouldn’t be here,” the god’s voice thundered, resonating in every corner of Riven’s mind. “Mortal, boy, and wretch… You trespass in a domain older than your world. You seek to bend what cannot be bent.” Riven squared his shoulders. “I don’t seek to bend anything. I seek to stop the destruction you’re about to unleash.” The god’s laughter was a rolling, low rumble, shaking the very void. “Stop? Mortal… You do not understand. You cannot stop what is. You can only endure or be unmade.”

The goddess had felt everything—creative force's offer, children's compromise, mortality's victory over infinity's rebellion. And she was laughing in her prison. "*Fools! They've weakened themselves! Limited infinity is defeatable infinity! Soon, very soon, order will rise!*"

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

“They’re afraid of losing themselves.” Raven looked at her sharply. “Then remind them who they are.” Sophia closed her eyes. A surge of light rippled outward, and her voice carried not through sound, but through memory: You are not lost. You are the breath between worlds. The dreamer and the dream. You are infinite because you feel. The distortion faltered. The red light faded, replaced by a thousand quiet sighs — the world exhaling. Raven watched her in awe. “You really are part of it now.”