A Soft Answer Turns Away Wrath Novels & Stories

The cassock and the trousers beneath it did little to dissuade the discomfort. Mother Grenis held a lengthy prayer over them. She blessed them and reminded them of Truth's love, and how they were as much a significant part of Truth's plan as the mothers of the church were. "...For where there is love, so also is there wrath," she said. Sethlzaar knew the phrase. It was a part of the scriptures. "For Truth loves his children, those who would flock to him and those who would choose to rebel. And in his love, he would punish those who refuse him, accepting to harm the innocent with their ways. For he is indeed a loving father. And where there is love, so also is there wrath." The Scriptures of

What is wrong must be righted in Your Name’ He prayed humbly, he would not stand by and let these innocents die in his name then the Goddess spoke turning to the Creator, 'Will you answer your Son like a Father, or are you so wrapped up in yourself you cannot see the pain you have caused? He is prepared to give his life so willingly and it is in your name. Do you want that stain to exist, is that the kind of Father you wish to be remembered as, the Father who sat by and did nothing while His Son gave his life in vain for his Mother? ’ She was so angry with him she turned away so he could

“I will.” She turned back to the altar, tracing her fingers along the sigil. The frost beneath her touch shimmered, spreading outward like breath across glass. “Then write this too,” she said softly. “Mercy is not weakness. It is the strength to stay kind in a world that wants you cruel.” Elias bowed his head. “I’ll remember.”

I swallowed it back. Is this all there is, God? I asked the Creator honestly. Is this what you leave us to? Either destruction of others, or being destroyed? Is there truly nothing else? And to my surprise, He answered. To love is to be soft enough to be wounded. I know that better than anyone. I ask nothing of you that I have not given first. I sucked in a sharp breath and Rake stopped talking. The hair on my arms stood up and my entire skin goosebumped. The heat crackled on the surface of my skin now, like an electric charge, humming, ready to zap anything that touched me.

the Moon Goddess said. "Yes, I do, Mother," I said in a whisper. "Whitney, who are you talking to?" Alpha Vicker asked with a worried tone but I still couldn't respond to him. "Whitney, you have done exceedingly well using your power to afflict your enemies without killing them. You are very brave and compassionate even to those who have offended you without mercy and I must say that I'm very proud of you. However, concerning Luther, you must of necessity be ruthless because if you are not, he will take advantage of your empathy which is your main weakness and that could make him defeat you and eventually destroy you. Do you understand?" she said.

I pressed my lip in a thin line trying my best not to burst into laughter . " I hate you " she pushed my chest angrily and ran away . I couldn't help but laugh at her expression . _________________________________ Come hither wand of flame petal fury, Come clash upon our battle ground, In holy defence, Of the pure of heart, Of Earth's children, So that on the day we pass, We will be content, From a life well lived, Ever protector and protected, Partners, Lovers, Friends. By Angela Abraham

I need to stop. Nevertheless, she possesses all the good at once. I just don't like it when she sees herself as useless, weak, and unlovable as it was an opposite for me. Fine, for the second time around I will admit it. Calliope is a woman who is not hard to love, she is not useless as she has done everything she could for the sake of others and it is okay, it was enough so as being weak, I am the one who trained her together with Aeneas so what would you expect? Being weak is not a sin, it is just that— Calliope is so soft. And having a soft heart in this cruel world is courage not a weakness.

she mutters under her breath. “I’m not evil. I just don’t like being fucked with… If you’re going to dish it out, you better be ready to fucking eat it as well…” “You’re totally evil. Jesus says you should turn the other cheek…” she tells me. I shake my head. “If I can only turn the other cheek twice. I’m not turning no cheeks. Some people in this world don’t deserve your forgiveness. There are people who don’t want to change no matter how many times you forgive them. They just come back every time to hurt you a little deeper than they did before. Tell me Grace do you forgive the Wilson’s for using you the way they did? Are you happy they’re dead?” I ask her.

“She must have been so pissed! I mean if someone did that to something I owned I’d…" "Wrath involves a certain level of revenge-inducing anger that your actions have yet to produce," I taunt her. "Evie, you're just going to need to try harder next time. Liliana is just too pure of heart to fall for your silly little tricks." “Careful, Atticus,” Evie hisses the last “s” in my name. “If you aren’t more...cautious with your praise of our target, some of us might think you are growing soft.”

I say and pray to God I am right. ---Divina--- When I get to the door, I stand and listen for a moment. Gotcha asshole. When the door starts to open, I shove hard into it, knocking down the man that was on the other side effectively taking him out in the process when I follow him to the ground and throat punch him, effectively collapsing his windpipe. I ignore his gasps for air when I hear shouts and running feet along with the sickening sound of bones cracking as many of the men have shifted into their wolves. All the pent-up energy and anger that I have been suppressing over the past several weeks grows inside of me until I feel like I need to scream to let it out before it consumes me. I