Daniel Bible Book Novels & Stories

But at the front door, he said something, words leaving his tongue laboriously. "The Bible," he whimpered to me. Immediately, I ran back into his office, rummaging through the mess. It was in the most obvious place I didn't think to look in - on the last standing bookshelf, as the last standing book - the Hebrew Bible. And the irony was piercing - Abraham looked through every book that Ben owned except for the holy book itself. A book that would most like burn Abraham or his minion's hands if he were to touch it. Purposefully ignored, this sacred book had the parchments tucked throughout the pages of the 18th chapter of "2 Kings." My hands graced the leather cover, gliding over the "Holy Bib

He ‘has’ tried to tell anyone about his curse. ‘Luke.’ ‘Lucas.’ ‘Matthews.’ To no avail. The books, they remain empty. The papers, the ink will always be blotched. The blood, will dry up before he can write letters with them. His vocal cords, silenced in any way he tries to utter his name. He suddenly feels guilt as he sees his face in the mirror. It only reflects anger and frustration. Daniel is a writer. His journal is always in his bag, always handy in case he gets new ideas.

“GOD in heaven, we asked you to please protect our sister wherever she is, guide her, let no harm come to her, don’t let her captors do any harm to her, and please bring her back to us on time” “Amen,” Daniel said when she had finished praying. “I hope GOD hears our prayers and bring her home in time with no scratch” “GOD has heard us and would bring her back home without any scratch we should just thank him and expect results” he assured her. “You seem so assured about him hearing our prayers” Daniel smiled at what she said. “Be anxious for nothing but in everything giving thanks to GOD” he told her quoting one of him and Becca’s favorite bible verses.

" Prayer, Clover... Just Prayer. " " I know... But we've prayed as much as we could... Still no answer. " " I know. But we just have to keep being persistent in prayer. " " Um... " " Oftentimes.. Things don't happen the way we want them to, but that doesn't mean we should stop Praying and believing in God. Remember the story of Daniel? How he prayed for days yet nothing happened? It was later revealed that his prayers had actually being answered on the first day... But the Angel who was to bring the answers to him was held back in the second heaven. And that was what caused the delay... But his persistence prayer was what caused the deliverance of the Angel. "

"You thought you were going to take us down? You thought your little boyfriend was going to wake up and save you? He doesn't even know you're alive, Hannah. You’re nothing but a memory he’s already deleted." Daniel grabbed the ledger from the sofa. He held it up, a cruel smile on his face. He walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a lighter from the mantle, and clicked it. "No!" I screamed, trying to lung forward, but my leg wouldn't let me. "Daniel, don't!" He held the flame to the corner of the pages. The paper caught instantly, the fire licking at the black leather. He watched it burn for a second, then tossed the flaming book into the grate.

Chapter 15 A Wedding. Rowan Nightshade. “Is that all there is to this?” Daniel leaned against one of the bookshelves that lined against the wall, one leg crossing over the other. “What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes slightly drooping from the exhaustion that threatened to eat me up. “I mean this Elara woman!” He said with a little annoyance. I knew what he was talking about, but I just felt like he was reading too much into things.

Daniel I stood there, my hands trembling on my knees, my gaze avoiding Daniel's. The room seemed to shrink around me, the air growing thick and suffocating. The silence was heavy, almost oppressive, as if the words I had just spoken hovered in the air, unprocessed, unabsorbed. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat, each beat a cruel reminder of what I had just confessed. Daniel stood opposite me, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that took my breath away. Confusion, pain, and disbelief were etched across his features. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

None of them knew how she did it, but it worked. This time Daniel doesn’t know what triggered his nephew to be like this. No news was relayed to him when he got up. “Giddy, I need you to calm down and look at me.” He knelt in front of his nephew, his nephew’s eye remained on the door, holding a tight grip on the notebook turning his knuckles white, his fingers almost piercing through it. “HEY.” Daniel shouts. Gideon faces him and releases the notebook. Daniel opens it and reads the crappy handwriting and his face is washed over with confusion.

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.

“Then at the break of the day, the king arose and went in haste to the den of lions. When he came near to the den where Daniel was, he cried out in a tone of anguish and said to Daniel, 'O Daniel, servant of the living God, has your God, whom you serve continually, been able to deliver you from the lions?’ “Then, Daniel said to the King; 'O king, live-forever! My God sent His angel and shut the lions' mouths and they have not hurt me, because I was found blameless before Him and also before you, O King, have done no wrong.' Pastor Kofolori read from his Bible, closing his eyes, his lips trembling and a slow sound coming from his throat.