The Seven Realms Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rubbing his nose on hers, their breathing collided, hot and filled with intense feeling. “I’m Alaro, the king of the underworld. I am not human, Elara, I am part of the undead, and here is not my place which is why I couldn't show myself to you all this time because of the restriction between the living and the undead.” Slowly explaining to her, his eyes narrowed and he could hear her strong heart beat. He didn't know if its was fear, excitement or other emotions, but he want to tell the little human he had coincidentally encountered and fallen deeply for everything about him.

Elior gasped as the weight of the Hollow Realm collapsed around him, his body reeling from the choice he had made. He had reached for the throne, felt the raw power surge through his veins, and then, nothing. The world had shattered like fragile glass, reforming in an instant, yet something was wrong. He opened his eyes to a sky that was neither fractured nor whole. It stretched infinitely in all directions, a swirling expanse of color and shadow, like a dream caught between waking and oblivion. The air was thick, humming with a pulse that resonated through his bones.

she whispered. The Ancients replied, "It is the Heart of the Realms. You must bind to it. Or they will collapse." Isabella extended her hand, breath shallow. The moment her fingers brushed the crystal, a torrent of visions overwhelmed her. She saw the world fractured into realms: the Mortal Plane, the Spiritlands, the Abyss, the Heavens, and the Shadowlands—all hanging by threads of flame. Each thread burned with agony. She screamed. Arthur ran to her, but a force flung him back. The crystal clamped onto her aura, drawing in her energy. Symbols poured across her skin like liquid gold. Her eyes turned white. Her voice, when she spoke, was not hers alone.

*THE REALM OF LOST SOULS IS ONE OF THE SEVEN REALMS THE CONSIST OF PURGATORY, ITS SIZE IS ON EQUAL FOOTING WITH THE EARTH’S MOON *THE EXACT LOCATION OF PAIMON AND ELIJAH IS THE ISLAND OF THE FORGOTTEN WITH ITS SIZE BEING COMPARABLE TO THAT OF ASIA Paimon and Elijah appear in a dimly lit area with mist covering the place, pain and despair is almost tangible in the air with the smell of hopelessness hanging ELIJAH : Where is this place, I can literally feel the hopelessness in the atmosphere PAIMON : This is the realm of lost souls, one of the seven realms that make up purgatory… this is where you shall die

The other realms were listed as Dregok, Trokuron, Gerthrikoth, Kozzonnuth, Dallmaroth, Arthrik, Kolrerin, Jer’orith, Mazgaxel, Rarkun, and Orthraluth. Each of the realms are ran by one single noble family. Only demons can create a portal between the realms. However, not one demon can travel between realms without a passport with the noble family’s permission. The only demons allowed to travel without any passport of permission are the noble families themselves. These families carry a specific identification on their person.

Seeing that the five men agreed, Zhi Qiang started to explain about Four Realm Of The World. The Heaven Realm, The Cultivator Realm, The Mortal Realm, The Demon Realm. It was quite a long explanation and when Zhi Qiang finished, the five men was quite bewildered of the new found information. Especially Gong Jin, there seemed to a lot in his mind. "So there are that much of realms unknown to humanity.. interesting.." Gong Jin muttered to himself, "..But they are hidden from our eyes quite well. This must be have something to do with the power they hold, am I right?"

Elle muttered to herself as she went in search of the books she wanted, she moved into the fantasy/paranormal section, she walked around for sometime before she came across a book that said "Aether world" She picked it up and scanned it, it talked about two realms that were once together. She quickly scanned the book once more, she saw names like halflings, faires, humans and a lot of weird things she saw in the other realm. The book said "fiction" in bold letters but she took it anyway. She made to sit down and read it there but she decided against that and walked to the librarian "I'll take this with me" she said as she placed the book on the desk.

How ironic. I was born in the UK until my widowed father fell in love with an architect from Mobia and followed her over here. What he didn’t realise was that this island is also the site of Bunland Mountain, a volcano believed to be a source of magic and when close, supernatural beings take on their true form and have access to their powers. I’m a fairy born to normals. A changeling, they call me. My father and brother are normals, my step-mother, step-sister, and half-sister are mermaids.

This obnoxious feeling he has towards her, that he thought had long since faded, is coming back to him. 'My aunt? She's gentle and kind, believe me. There's nothing to be scared about!' he recalled Anne's voice out of the blue. "To put it simply, I . . am the living vessel of the four Witches' blessings combined." *** Love, Charity, Courage, Humility, Pledge, Baptismal and Justice, the Gods of heavenly principles each gave birth to the uprising of the Seven Witches. There were no preserved record of the Seven's identity. And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master.

Whether they be powerful or lesser ones, they’d been given a chance to win the holy throne. The rules were simple, each of them chose a young mortal to be their champion, granting them their powers and weapons, and they would place them in a magical world they created as an arena. Whoever reached the finish line on the other side of the world first would be the winner, the winning god would become the next Supreme God, and the winning champion would be granted whatever desire to reshape our world. All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth.