Every Moment Holy Volume 3 Novels & Stories

he said. "Okay, let's do this. Who knows, that third book is already on its way," Cela said. Hyun's eyes grew bigger. Thankfully, they are just talking on the phone and Cela can't see how excited he is to hear the news first hand from her. Tomorrow will be perfect.

“I am really sorry Holly. I know how much she meant to you.” Holly feels empty from the day and the realization that Nolan will never offer her more comfort than some words anymore feels like a knife through her heart. So she just nods and walks away because she can’t hold back the tears in her eyes any longer. She collects some ash and flies to one of the highest mountain tops. It is cold and stormy, but Holly doesn’t care. She stands at the edge takes a deep breath and throws the ash of Magister Ember in the air. She takes a deep breath agiain and says, “I hope you will find your way to the gods, no one would be more worthy.”

“By the will of the Radiant One, we sanctify her flesh and open her soul, that the Light may dwell within.” Elysia bowed her head. Her voice was clear and unwavering. “I am ready.” The congregation murmured, a wave of devotion swelling behind her. The Light’s symbol burned above the altar, a circle pierced by a single ray. The High Cleric raised his staff, its crystal gleaming with divine energy. “Step forward, child of grace. Become the vessel of dawn.” Elysia moved to the altar. The marble beneath her feet was warm, pulsing faintly with power. The light wrapped around her wrists, crawling up her arms, then over her chest. Her breath quickened.

Not yet. I lifted the Host into the air. “Behold the Lamb of God, behold Him who takes away the sins of the world. Blessed are those called to the supper of the Lamb.” “Amen,” the congregation chorused, voices blending in harmony. I descended from the altar, each step deliberate, solemn. One by one, they approached. The faithful knelt, eyes closed, lips parted to receive the body of Christ. I placed the host on their tongues with practiced care. An old woman, a mother and her son, a businessman with weary eyes... and then Ezreal.

Each flash of lightning illuminates the room in stark black and white. Something about storms sets my anxiety on edge. Images move behind my closed eyelids—stone walls, gauzy curtains billowing in ocean wind, rain beating against tall windows while passion consumed everything rational. The memory feels real enough to taste, yet when I reach for details, they dissolve like smoke. “Fuck,” I whisper into the darkness as another memory fragment surfaces. Hands gripping my hips. My back arched against cool stone. Thunder masking the sounds of desperate pleasure while someone worshipped my body. The taste of wine and salt air. Words whispered in Italian that made my soul burn.

"Why not accept it if we forbid Lesley and the Criemsons will be forever a corporation and a family that protect and kills devils in the house" "Does he know yet who he is? all of you will mourn in the end for not destroying this person" "May fate lead the way Mr, Lesley" Two armed men on each side of the path through Sea Lake Docks bounced their chin as they heed their master summoned them. "I have three eyes on the wings in the sanctuary, Mr. Jimenez" He pulled his brown in and beamed a little. "You kill me he'll find you" the old man grunted as the tension shrouded his heartbeat.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

"Blessed be your breasts, which produce sacred milk." Father Joseph's oiled fingers touched her pussy, sliding between her folds. "Blessed be your womb, seat of pleasure and service." Father Chen touched the oil to her ass. "Blessed be every opening, every entrance, every way we claim you." Finally, Father Henry touched oil to her heart. "Blessed be your willing spirit, which makes all of this sacred rather than sinful. You are our holy offering, Sister Veronica. And tonight, we consecrate that truth."

He bowed and retreated with his men. I walked slowly towards the altar, the place where the holy light was strongest. All his beautiful vows, his tender embraces… a gorgeous, poisoned dream. How ridiculous they seemed now, compared to the words on that scroll: *“Absolute priority. Above all else.”* As the first ray of sunlight pierced the dome and illuminated the altar, I called his number one last time. The call was cut off before it could even ring. I stared at the dark crystal screen, then placed three things upon the altar.

Each step she took felt like time was bending. A girl who once cried alone in a cold cell. A woman who fought gods. A mother. My wife. My breath. My final redemption. She reached me, eyes locked to mine, and I could barely hold it in. Wilder placed her hand in mine and stepped back. He gave one last look "Don’t screw this up" was written all over his face—but also: "You’ve made her whole." Kaius raised his hands and the air shifted. Time felt sacred here.