Avenged Sevenfold Bible Novels & Stories

He said. "What did you mean?" Catherine asked standing on her feet. "What I'm saying is Clancy took everything." The bishop rephrased "Clancy took the whole seven inscriptions within himself." Scott who couldn't understand the bishop asked again "You know something, what is it?" The bishop scoffed bitterly "The Unholy Books are just fragments of the seven deadly sins, tiniest portions of their powers but now, Clancy represents the sins, all of them." "What?" Bella awed. The bishop heaved "Clancy is the new seven deadly sins!" He finalized.

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

I love you, Gabriel. Christ, who was that? Shit, was that the man tattoed on his chest was he gay? He thought about that man. He was there, this man, he was in the corner of his mind, a bright sunny corner. Gabriel decided that he felt better thinking about this man. The man was laughing, but Gabe didn't know his name. Where was he, what surrounded him? Seats, hundreds of them, but that was all he could see in his mind's eye. Leave it for now, start looking for a way out. The best thing he found in the fridge was sixteen bottles of Peroni and food, Fucking marvellous at least he wouldn't die starving.

“I know how you can control your gift. You only need to help me find the other three Guardians and I'll teach you how to dominate your gift.” Her back went rigid and I could see the muscles in her neck stiffened. She slowly turned her head and looked at me, and again the flash of dark danced over her eyes. “I don’t need your help, I can manage it on my own.” She hissed through gritted teeth. I threw my head back and let out a bark at what she said. “Until now, I have been playing nice. You, them, and all of humanity need a reminder of what I can do. All of you have forgotten what the name Apocalypse means.”

After a painfully long silence, Ru cleared her throat and timidly asked, “So… angels drink beer?” “Hell, yeah,” Rider replied. “Show me in the New Testament where it says you can’t.” He was more diplomatic than defensive, but Ru was still surprised. “And where the hell in the Bible does it say you can’t say shit?” Rider continued. “I mean, it’s just stringing some letters together. The Bible wasn’t even written in English so how can we not say whatever the hell we want to?” “So long as you don’t take the Lord’s name in vain?”

In the bible, it says in James 1:21 (King James Version) "Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls." Engrafted means to insert or fix (something) permanently to something else. The Non-Russians at Mary's Church still kill Russians & disobey God's words. They are lukewarm Christians. They are lukewarm of the worst kind. In the Bible, it says in Revelation 3:16 (KJV)

Not for redemption. For sin. For revenge. I might really go to hell by the time I’m done.

Her fingers simply knew where to go, the way they had the first time, the way grief sometimes teaches a body things the mind was never told. The melody rose into the cold chapel air, soft, aching, achingly familiar to no one but her. As the final note faded, one page of the journal shimmered faintly, ink rearranging itself like frost melting into legible shapes. Vivienne leaned forward, reading aloud. "'The Ark is not hidden in one place.'" She turned the page. "'It was divided into seven Keys. No one person can access the complete truth.'" The chapel went silent. Gabriel was the first to speak.

" I wasn't done yet. "You're no different from my parents. Just like them, all you'll ever do is pin all of the blame on me. You're accusing me of not forgiving you because I've fallen in love with someone else? Why don't you start by considering whether you're worth forgiving after all that you've done?" By the end of my rant, my voice was raw and hoarse.