Holy Idol Novels & Stories

"Oh, you are also going to the caverns! How exciting! You can join us; we will come to your cottage with the buggy at five-thirty." "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. So, you must know about the Rogue Deity?" "My dear! He was no rogue!" the woman exclaimed almost horrified, taking Alinta by surprise. "He is a Holy Deity, destined to return pure once more." Angela growled in Alinta's mind, disliking the old woman's demeanour. "I apologise; I still have much to learn, which is why I came here. My dear friend, who is a historian, shared his story with me. I was very intrigued by it, so much so that I started to do my own research and that is how I came about the advertisement for the e

Under the holy bridge is a sacred place, is where I want my name to be glorified, the shade casted under it will serve as your resting place, your worship to me is the only rest you need. These lengthy ranges of rocks surrounding the earth is sacred, you should never cross it. The highest point of Earth, mount Atla is a sacred place, all of you who serves my name, should never ascend it, its conjunction with Mount Miragin provides a strong pillar for the Holy bridge, where my grandest throne is placed. This is my commandment, I am the Creator, who hast made everything into their existence. ---- Discovering his new weapon, Niru is abrupted into it and tried to touch the glowing orb that float

He explained and I also nodded in agreement. Staying here wasn’t a problem. I looked at the altar, and the hologram of the goddess was still standing there. The white light emitting from that projection was brightening the light in the hall. “Nope.” She refused bluntly while shaking her head lightly. “This place is not only sacred but also out of every radar, pups. Even if you get your laptops or any other modern gadget, you will not be able to use them.” She added it in the same flat tone.

"Goat, you can take the seat over there." She nodded, walked over, pulled out the chair, and immediately sat on it. Then, Wolf said something before taking a few steps back and grabbing a deity's idol. It looked different from the modern idols. This one was made of emerald and had striking features. "O'God cast your eyes on the mortal world." Wolf put his hands in the air. "We are all your believers." At the next moment, the lights in the villa flickered ceaselessly before dimming.

She thought of Eltonia in the scullery. The emptiness in her chest filled with a cold purpose. "I will need a Holy Book," Holly said, standing up. "And some water to wash my face. I want to look... reborn."

holy water" is mortal men claiming to be blessed with the power of God, your prayers of sacrament are less effective than the notes in fortune cookies, and your churches are shacks of wasted money where people congregate like hypocrites. God isn't here. There is no holy power in this city or this world. The men you look up to, the men you idolize, they are nothing more than fools deluded into believing they have been blessed with the power of the almighty. Haven't you realized by now that your faith is just a parody of itself? Even your Sacred Relics are self-defeating. The Lance of Longinus, the Shroud of Turin, the Nails of Helena, the True Cross, the Crown of Thorns, and the Holy Grail ar

The feeling of security seeped warmly through his limbs. He went to one of the large incense bowls that stood on three-legged iron frames at the entrance to the nave, and performed the symbolic purification by waving the smoke in his face three times with both hands, once for each sacred column. Then he raised both hands, palms together, first to his chest, then to his mouth, and finally to his forehead, and bowed deeply in the direction of the statue. When he straightened up and walked towards the image of God, he noticed that he was not alone in the large sanctuary. To the right on the stage-like pedestal in front of the statue, which was raised by two steps, sat some priests and recited p

Still, in the land of sorrows and agony, the country is filled with sadness and envy, and also the community whereby the crown prince is even tired of his father's gods and he has promised to burn them all and serve a new Creator and new image and an idol too. And that happened to be a sorcerer's idol and the idol had promised to give Cyrus, all that he desired even, any kind of supernatural powers too will be given to him So Dianna instructed the crown prince of Kingstonville to bring his father's gods so that they will burn it down

After we get inside the church, there's a few people who appeared before us. Because of their glare, I started to feel uncomfortable so I hid behind her. “Haha. Don't be scared. They're just like me. Serving our god is our own will.” She stated. I slowly approach them because of her words. But what should I call her? I pulled on the end of her dress so I catched her attention. “What is it Elvira?” “H, how should I address you?” I asked, feeling shy. She pat my head. “You can call me, sister bella.” She replied.

I faced forward and kept moving. The path didn’t end so much as it just… stopped. One moment we were walking, the next we stood before a sheer cliff of dark, wet stone. And carved into it, spanning from the bone-floor to the shadowed heights above, was an idol. My breath hitched. It had two heads, set side-by-side on a grotesque, bulbous body. From that body sprouted a forest of limbs—dozens of them, maybe hundreds, each one a twisted, jointless leg that seemed to writhe even in stillness. The faces were the worst. Not human, not animal. They wore identical, wide-mouthed grins, all sharp edges and malevolent joy.