The Sacred 28 Novels & Stories

"What happens at the Red Moon?" "You shift," he said. Quietly, directly, in the way he spoke when he was done being careful. "For the first time. But Lena — what you shift into is not what I or anyone else in this court has a name for. What the texts describe is something that hasn't walked this realm in three centuries. Something that the old agreements, the old covenant — were built to accommodate, before everyone stopped believing it existed." He looked at her with an expression she finally recognized, the one she hadn't been able to name: the expression of a man who has been waiting so long for something that seeing it is almost unbearable. "It is sacred," he said. "Whatever it is. The t

“Now that I’ll be reborn with a sacred body and have access to such an astra weapon. Who else in the world could possibly match my power? Hahaha! It’s truly a divine intervention! I never expected a mere forging family in Southern Sea City to possess such a valuable item as the astra weapon. Speaking of which, I’m looking forward to wielding it.” “Cacus, the sacred body will be ready soon,” the Cardinal said with a gleam in his eyes. “The following step will be the final step. We’re going to refine the sacred body using the Irons’ bloodline. Then, with the help of that body, you can be reborn.” The Irons’ bloodline can lubricate the sacred body in the same way that lubricating oil lubricates

It placed their missing feelings and comfort on the dead. The Sage of Great Thunderclap Monastery, Golden Cicada, had also appeared in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. He sang as if he was reciting the Life Incantation. The Sanskrit verses covered the sky and the Buddha's light shone on them. So they could go beyond the cycle of rebirth.

"I know exactly what you're trying to do. If Ruby were really that sick, you'd have been on your knees begging me by now. The fact that you're this calm tells me everything—you're just trying to scare me." I slowly lifted my eyes to look at the man standing in front of me. Familiar, and yet utterly foreign. I had begged him for twenty-eight days. I had dropped to my knees, sobbing until I lost my voice, pleading with him to come back and save our daughter. I had called and texted endlessly, throwing away every shred of my dignity. And all I ever got in return was a dismissive "just wait a little longer." Now, he had the nerve to say I'd never begged at all.

"Dame, Dee, wake up. He needs us now." Damien stirred fully, his eyes meeting Zeke's with a nod of understanding, while Delilah blinked awake, her face softening with concern. Zeke took charge, his presence commanding but caring, guiding them into a slow, intense ritual of lovemaking that would address their collective needs. He positioned Eli in the center of the bed, on his back, and leaned down to kiss him deeply, their tongues sliding together in a fiery, decisive dance. Eli moaned into it, his whines muffled as Zeke's hand trailed down his chest, pinching a nipple just hard enough to elicit a needy gasp. "That's it, let it out," Zeke whispered against Eli's lips, his other hand signalin

It was to be used in situations requiring assistance from the Patriarch under special circumstances. At this moment, the Patriarch had set foot on a dark and mysterious path. This path was located within Scarlet Summit. It was the sacred mountain of the faction, and also an active volcano. The mountain was adorned with countless beautiful flowers, presenting a delightful scenery. However, due to occasional volcanic eruptions, the mountain was fraught with danger. This place was a dangerous beauty, possessing an irresistible allure, yet hiding unknown perils beneath its beautiful exterior. The walls of the path were carved with various grotesque patterns of demons and monsters. Each of them w

"Water creation magic; dance of the sea, wind art magic; dragon's breath." Simultaneous magic barreling towards the two being whose mouth are opened wide in shock. They wanted to move, but its as if their feet planted on the ground. It seems like their body understood that its futile to flee from the tremendous magic barreling unto them. The tiny needles of lightning unified to the dance of the sea and to the dragons breath; thus three magic element formed a unique sacred art which Nathan called: sacred art magic-- annihilation of gods. The sacred magic struck the two as their bodies pulverizes to dust.

Living the quiet, purposeful life I’d found when I fled my hollow existence in the city eighteen months ago. Then Elder Sarah spoke my name after evening meal, and everything changed. “You have been selected for the Sacred Ceremony.” The preparation was intense. Day one: ritual baths that stripped away everything I was before. Rough cloths scrubbing every inch of my body while elder women chanted blessings over my skin. Fingers washing between my legs with clinical reverence, cleansing my pussy for what was to come. Day two: the fasting, the meditation, the painters who covered my torso in sacred symbols – spiralling lines radiating from my navel, ancient fertility blessings climbing my thig

Within the sanctuary's sacred embrace, a sym In the hallowed depths of the sacred sanctuary, a place where secrets whispered and shadows danced, two souls sought refuge from the tempestuous world outside. Zavier, with his brooding eyes and enigmatic aura, and Sophia, with her ethereal grace and fierce determination, were drawn together by an invisible force, their hearts entwined in a delicate dance of solace and strength. As they ventured deeper into the sanctuary, its ancient walls whispered tales of forgotten legends and untold mysteries. The air crackled with an electric energy, as if the very essence of their In the depths of their souls, they bared their most intimate desires and vulne

Their journey took them to sacred mountains, hidden caves, and serene forests where the veil between the earthly and spiritual realms was thin. In these hallowed spaces, Rita immersed herself in prayer, meditation, and communion with the divine. She felt the presence of the divine flowing through her, guiding her every step, and whispering sacred truths into her receptive heart. With each sacred encounter, her connection with the divine deepened, becoming an inseparable part of her being.