12:24 Verse Novels & Stories

Timotheus was confused for a while. “Or the letters since the numbers were in successive form.” Xol suggested. “Let's settle with the letters,” Ferran decided. “1… 2… 3…” Blair counted and they ended up with a certain word. “...world.” Czaquira immediately wrote the word beside the codes. “Rom… Rom… Romans 12:12!” Timotheus quickly found verse and counted again. “Hope,” She said. “Second Corinthians?” Ferran asked while looking at the last one they needed to decipher.

The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 23 are: Voco ad silentium, (woh-ko ahd see-lehn-tee-oom) Quod te circumdat, (kwod teh keer-koom-daht) Voco ad tenebras, (woh-ko ahd teh-neh-brahs) Quod te celat, (kwod teh keh-laht) Voco ad lucem, (woh-ko ahd loo-kem)

She knew Someone watched her still. Her fingers reached to the cloth tied around her waist. From within, she drew a small scrap of parchment. It held verses she had once written herself — lines of psalms and prophecies, inked in haste, in the days when her heart burned to know more of the divine. She opened it now with trembling fingers and read aloud in her weakened voice “He who sits in the heavens shall laugh. He shall scatter the wicked with the breath of His mouth. He shall lift the righteous from the pit,

The voice made me remember a verse our pastor used as a sermon in the bible the last time I attended the evening bible study that always takes place every Tuesday. I can recall the verse very well that says, "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Take therefore the whole armour of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand, therefore, with your loins girt with truth and your breastplate of righteousness on. And with the preparation of the gospel of peace on your feet;

** Miranda and Hussein moved slowly toward Amal's room, their steps hesitant, as if the walls themselves were closing in on them. The priest still stood beside Sophia's still body, his eyes burning as his lips whispered a dark, muffled hymn: "But when someone stronger than him attacks and overcomes him, he takes the shield the man trusted and divides the spoils..." (Luke 11:22). Then he suddenly raised his head, his voice rising as if echoing from a pit of darkness: "Go in peace... or die in silence. You have no place in the bodies of the pure. We are the children of the Lord, the faithful, the redeemed." Return to your world... or perish in ours.

Her dreams had grown increasingly violent—shadows chasing her through forests of fire, Arthur bleeding before the hidden altar, and the voice of Michael whispering a single word into her soul: Run. She rose from bed, the sheets drenched in cold sweat. Her Bible lay open at her bedside, though she didn’t remember opening it. Her eyes fell to the verse highlighted in crimson ink: “The fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is.” A verse she had not marked herself. The sanctuary was quieter than usual when she stepped into the morning light. The birds, usually chirping with praise, were eerily silent. Something had shifted. The air felt denser. The ground seemed to hum.

Mom said as she drew Ola into a gentle hug. I walked over to the corner of the room where a little shelf was placed, I pulled out the big, black familiar book. It was my dad's most cherished belonging, his Bible. I opened to his favourite verse, walked over to my mom and handed it to her. 2 Corinthians 5:6-8: "So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord."

Rosemary’s Pov “You know…I thought I lost you back there…when the stables were burning…” I found myself breaking the silence , my whisper sounded louder than excepted. Xavier and I were sitting around the fire , we had both decided to wait for Andrew to return. Britney however , tried to wait but slowly drifted off into a deep slumber. Her head lays on hands , and her mouth is wide open – I can not help but feel sorry for her. She has to sleep like this from now on because of me.