Holy Idol Novels & Stories

he growls, his voice seeming to shake the cave. I hate the way I tremble in fear. Vorrag, popularly known as The Skull Crusher, has terrorized my people for centuries. He would destroy properties, kill people and leave the skulls as a souvenir for the families to find. That’s how he’d gotten the name. In a bid to make peace with him, the people of Toran had come together and reached an agreement with him. A fair unmarried maiden presented to him annually, in exchange for peace. To prevent this cruel fate, lots of us did everything possible to get married early.

All of them nearly forgot to take a breath. The face of the lady with silver hair in traditional red cloth was so beautiful, if the leading lady is at the Idol level then the silver-haired lady is at the goddess level. The sharp eyes, the look of confidence, and proudly arrogance in her eyes make all of the people think that this silver-haired lady is the reincarnation of the goddess of war.

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

"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.

“You sat in that confessional and told me exactly how you wanted to ruin the boy who used to put the hymnals away. Now look at him. Look at what you did. Taking you on the same cabinet where I hang the vestments. Fucking this greedy cunt while the sanctuary lamp is still burning.” He shifted his angle and the head of his cock dragged over the spot inside her that made her vision spark. Helena’s third orgasm hit like a wave—body locking up, a sharp cry torn from her throat, more wetness flooding out around his cock and dripping down the front of the cabinet. Tomas fucked her through it without slowing, the wet sounds growing filthier, her juices coating his length and the polished wood. When

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.

"Iron does not call, Anchor. Iron is dead. It only speaks when a spark ignites the powder." "You are wrong," I said gently. "Come inside." We led the system-builder down the spiraling stone stairs. As we descended, I watched Cord’s posture stiffen. He hated this place. He hated the forty Iron Voices he had forged. He had spent the last ten years making plows and horseshoes, desperately trying to atone for the horrific perfection of the ballistics engine he had designed to slaughter the human armada. We reached the heavy lead doors. They were propped wide open.