Holy Idol Novels & Stories

"It is for life." I focused on the stained altar. I poured the energy into it, not to destroy, but to cleanse. The dark, ancient stains of blood and sacrifice began to glow, then lighten, then vanish entirely, until the stone was pure, pristine white, radiating a soft, peaceful light. The display of pure, creation-based power was more terrifying to them than any attack. The cultists who were on their knees now prostrated themselves fully. Even some of the advancing zealots faltered, their conviction shaken by the sacred sight.

the holy woman says. Estrella turns to look out over the temple. Her gaze catches on me for a moment then sweeps on. “I give myself to the Goddess, and I give myself to you, Sundrop Gem.” She curtsies deeply. “With an open heart and a stubborn mind.” A small chuckle ripples through the crowd. My chest aches. She’s going to be incredible. “Now, let us honor the Goddess and our Luna with a celebration!” the holy woman declares. The whole pack turns and floods out the door Baz and I came through. He nudges me as we are forced out with the tide.

"Hahaha! Trash will always be trash. How ridiculous to think you could imitate me." Andy shot back angrily, "Who do you think you are? Without your arsenal of spiritual treasures, you'd be nothing but garbage!" A terrifying tremor suddenly erupted. It was the Sacred Lunaland's Holy Son, and he was furious.

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.

Wild trees and ferns and meadow-grasses all surrounded the Temple of Hylos, waving and rustling with the fresh sea breeze. Behind the black throne towered the Great Statue of Lord Hylos. Its magnificent structure, made of diorite stone and carved into his Primal Form, had stood as the highest above all peaks of the volcanoes and islands in Draconos. The eyes glinted pure gold, symbolizing the elitism of all his descendants who had continuously ruled the realm until now.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I’m certain it’s scarier when you can actually see her eyes, usually sapphire-eyed, staring right into the depth of your soul. I assume that this is not how they usually keep her. There are no flowers or wick-lamps beneath her feet. No costly clothes folded about her to account for. So this is how they mourn in Caelondor. Not in Mistral Hollow, though. Whenever any member of the pack passes away, we make sure the idol of the Goddess is more magnificent than ever. Immersed in jewels and flowers, with the most delicious food laid in front of her—all so she can welcome the dead with open arms.

Starsoul said playfully, "That's right. You'll get used to it in the future." The ugly Elder laughed twice over there, but soon his laughter stopped. Although his face was relaxed, his eyes were full of vigilance. He stood beside Yang Xiao and whispered, "Don't underestimate these people. They are Powermen who escort the sacrifice of the Holy Son-selecting Ceremony. Don't look at them as if they are fake. Each Holy Son is very strong." Naturally, Yang Xiao could tell that he had finally recovered from the shock. He stared at the person on the horse and was even more speechless.

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."

One could wonder at the skills of people who had done this marvelous work. Some kind of sacred leaves, vermillion, and some milk was spiller near the feet of that statue, confirming the idol to be a holy one. Behind that statue, could be heard, the whimpers of a woman. It was enough from those faint whimpers that the owner was in immense pain, as if stabbed by something. But no one was in the sight. After some moments, the whimpers turned into faint sobs and then stopped, making the silence even more