Under The Banner Of Heaven Novels & Stories

The System, for once, offers nothing. The mountain-peak banners of the Heavenly Ascension Sect snap in the wind overhead, silver against grey sky, and the afternoon trials are just beginning. ~~~

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

If I saw you in heaven Would it be the same? If I saw you in heaven I must be strong And carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand? If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand? If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way Through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven Time can bring you down Time can bend your knees Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please Beyond the door

Jake trailed his words off. “I guess Hunters live by different rules, even between themselves. Some might remember the promise, some might not? But then again, there’s more to humanity than just Hunters, right? I don’t imagine the Moon Goddess planned for such an enormous boom in human populations,” I said with some thought. It was amusing to think what she had planned for me and Rem, but I doubted it was something like bringing peace to humans and the supernatural. That was an impossible task.

"Okay, we should divide into two teams. Diki, Daniel and Budi use TNI cars. Meanwhile, I, Jesika and Nick, you still use the hospital car and you still carry firearms and bullets. The world is not doing well and in the center of the city, some of the citizens have turned into the undead. Be careful and stick to health protocols such as using masks and hand sanitizers to prevent the virus from sticking to the surface of our skin," explained Criss standing in front of those who were standing in a row. "Okay, before starting the opening of our plan. It's better for us to pray first, start praying," said Criss, leading the prayer according to their respective beliefs.

One of which was probably that prophetic dream. Even though he was a businessman, he was still a painter — a creative — deep inside. He had a good imagination. There were a lot of places that one’s imagination could take you to. Things like prophetic dreams, myths, déja vú, gut instincts, and even miracles… Such mysterious things happened in the world. Usually it would be considered foolish to believe in such concepts, but as long as it didn’t harm anybody, there wasn’t anything bad about it. It was why he agreed to take Allison here in the first place. He had wanted to go on an overseas trip with her, somewhere far and luxurious, like famous beaches and vacation resorts where they could rel

Eventually, everyone believed in that groundless gossip. After swallowing that much pain by Hanna, Nevea had no choice but to loathe her. So each day, when she was supposed to pray for her well-being, she prayed for Hanna’s downfall. She didn’t care about what kind of aspect. She just wanted Hanna to suffer tenfold times than she did. And guess what? After a month of praying, the almighty God heard her.

he said, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of mystery. Isaac. The name rolled off his tongue with a certain elegance, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. Something about him, about Isaac, sparked a curiosity within me, an unspoken desire to unravel the mysteries he carried. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for the unknown journey ahead. "Alright, Isaac," I said, a note of determination in my voice. "Lead the way." And so, with Isaac by my side, we ventured into the night, our steps merging into a shared path, a chance encounter that would forever change the course of our lives.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.