Biblical Screensaver Novels & Stories

he stammered, his composure completely shattered. “Yes, three, as I’m the fourth.” As she spoke, she reached into the lapel of her elegant blazer and produced a small, elaborately carved silver pin. It had the Councillium’s emblem clearly visible on it – a intricate design depicting a stylized sun, moon, and a thorny rose intertwined. The symbol of ultimate authority in the supernatural world. “I take it I don’t need to tell you to keep your mouth shut about it?” she said, her voice now a silken threat. He shook his head frantically, a rapid, almost comical movement, before giving a slight, instinctive bow, a gesture of absolute deference.

He unexpectedly found that the screen in front of him had turned light red, and the countless pornographic images had been replaced by a fierce battle. The warriors with divine spears in their hands were fighting against the demons on the ground. The Gods, in gold armor, with infinite power, were controlling lightning and thunder to fight in the sky. There were many mysterious dead beings, strange ancient divine beasts and ominous beasts on the screen scroll. Limbs were flying, bones were piled up like hills, blood had flowed like a river, and the floating corpses trailed for a thousand miles. The sky was torn apart with cracks, and the ground had collapsed with a large amount of magma burst

The screen had a faint crack running down the middle, but it was perfectly straight. Too perfect. Like someone had drawn a line with a ruler. "What the hell?" she whispered, reaching out to touch the crack. The moment her finger made contact with the screen, everything changed. The computer hummed to life, its screen blazing with brilliant blue light. But instead of the normal login screen, symbols appeared. Strange, flowing symbols that looked nothing like any language Zara had ever seen. Yet somehow, impossibly, she understood them. HARVEST PROTOCOL ACTIVATED

"The command line is unresponsive! The system is... it’s locking me out!" I shoved him aside and took the controls, my fingers slamming against the keys. Nothing. The screen began to glitch, lines of code fracturing into white noise. A window popped up in the center of the display—a window that hadn't been there before. It wasn't a system error. It was a greeting. A single line of text appeared, written in a cold, elegant font: “Greed is a fascinating thing, Julian. It makes even the most careful men forget to look at the bait.”

I whispered back before been lured into darkest by sleep. ~~ The sound of something crashing against a wall had me jointing out of bed. I saw Elijah putting on his clothes and with a shaky voice I asked "What's happening?" "We're at war" I pulled open the curtains to see a bright green light shinning from afar. Someone is trying to bring the walls down. My eyes snap to Elijah and with widen eyes I thought of my son. "Micah"

“Through it?” Ethan nodded once. “Not to it.” Silence followed. Then every screen in the sanctuary activated again at once. But this time there were no symbols. No warnings. No fragmented messages. Just one word displayed across every surface in identical synchronization. READY Raven stepped forward slowly. “Ready for what?” The converged woman answered quietly. “Embodiment.” That word hit differently. Heavier. Final. Lucian stepped back slightly. “Okay. I need everyone to stop casually using apocalypse vocabulary.”

Ethan let out a guttural roar, spilling his hot seed deep inside me just as a sudden, massive alarm began to scream from the bridge. The primary navigation screen on the wall violently glitched, a single, high-frequency text message bypassing our secure firewalls and printing across the blue glass in bold, crimson letters: THE PATRIARCH HAS RETURNED. WECOME HOME, CHILDREN.

( He mutters to himself with a rather serious look on his face) LOCATION : CHURCH OF THE DAMNED, WASHINGTON DC TIME : 5:05PM DATE : 21ST FEBRUARY, 2077AD A man is seen kneeling and praying at an altar with several graven and abominable artefacts and illustrations littered across it with the centerpiece being a colorful illustration of a naked woman seating atop a hill, drinking from a golden cup a liquid that looked a lot like blood while several men, women and children knelt at the foot of the hill and worshipped this woman with their hands raised up high, there was a piece of wring on her forehead which read, “MYSTERY, Babylon the great, Mother of Harlots and Of the Abominations of the Ear

Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.