Holy Idol Novels & Stories

She doesn’t understand how much that feeds me. The priest drones about love, faith, eternal bonds. I hear none of it. I only watch Eve, soaking in the fury radiating from her. She has no smile for me, no softness. And yet she is magnificent. When prompted, I answer without hesitation. “I will.” My voice cuts through the cathedral like glass. The vows continue. The priest intones the lines I insisted on, relics of an older time. To love, honor, and obey. Not cherish. Cherish is for weak men. Obey is for me.

He knew it was a statue of Lord Ganesha (The destroyer of obstacles), one of the prominent Indian Gods of Hindu Mythology. Christian put the idol of Lord Ganesha inside his pocket and carefully picked up Mishka in his arms. He walked back to his room and laid her down on the bed gently when he found one of the shirt’s buttons stuck in his pendent. Staring at her face, Christian tore his button as he didn’t want to disturb her. He covered her with a comforter and retrieved the idol from his pocket, walking to the wooden wall mounted stand.

He possessed a wealth of knowledge and insight. Aside from the nickname "The Prodigal Son," he often referred to himself as Malik, also known as the Oracle. This nickname highlighted his ability to provide valuable and often prophetic information to those who sought his services, and he was the most useful to me as he was the one who told me that Deirdre would return to me. I believed him because he was never one to lie. "Okay, now everyone is here," Jackson said, his tone turning serious as if he hadn't been teasing Lucia a few moments ago.

When I looked at him, his eyes were definitely crossed. What a ray of sunshine... Aden eventually came to the conclusion that the stone he believed to be a diamond was actually just a regular glass marble. Only at that moment was that object shiny. It has been glowing like a street light in the mist for the past few years, and this trend has only recently begun. Some work came to him despite the fact that he led a sloppy lifestyle despite having a pretty outward appearance.

“Do not starve for clandestine or tainted perceptions. They are derived from pure violence to provide you eternal solace. Believe in my command and Sacred Times.” Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Tristan finished the verse, explaining why the relics were supposed to be trapped. They are evil and must not come to life. Hizerl is the proof of it. Why should one never try to own them is clear now. “What… are you guys?” Huzefa asked at their smooth quotation, not only in terms of power but by knowledge too. “I doubt you have heard the name Tademono.” Tabit shrugged, doubting they would know.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

A delicate carving was made depicting ancient stories on every wall. When we entered, an idol of a goddess sitting on the full moon captivated my heart. She was holding herbs in one hand and a vessel of elixir in the other. A soul melting smile was lingering on her lips. We kneeled down in front of her, and the priest sprinkled some water over our heads. “Rowan, can I see around? I have never been here before.” I disturbed his talk with the head priest. He nodded and returned to his important chat. Waylen handled security and instructed them about something.

Time is a cruel mistress. It uses things and leaves them behind in the sea of what once was. Eidola, (plural for eidolon) fits into this category. The phenomenon comes from a singular area of the world, the ancient city of Troy. Warren doesn’t know it yet, but he is a descendant of the first eidolon wielder, Helen of Troy. Nerea covered her mouth and whispered a prayer. Plume continued to watch the bestial energy as Warren walked out of the circle. “Warren how are you feeling?” Plume shouted.

"I hold the answer to that, my Aphrodite. I can bless you with what your heart truly desires. I can bless you with immortality." I pulled away from him, looking at him as though he were crazed, "is it the pressure of the wedding, Master Abigor? Has it gotten to your head?" I said with both concern and agitation, "you sound crazed." He was silent, his eyes trailing over my body, before his hand took my own into his and he held it with a confident grip as he began to stride casually and I walked alongside him, "a lot exists in this world that many know nothing about, my Aphrodite. That, you most certainly can be assured of."

Nadia hissed, her teeth bared at Dain and I though it wasn’t us she spoke to. “My sister lost her identity along with her humanity when she chose to follow that thing.” Antonio sniffed, staring down at Nadia with pure contempt on his face. There were ghosts in his dark eyes, aching and clawing to free themselves, but he held strong. Nadia let out a laugh that sounded more like an unhinged cackle. “That thing is our God—our master. You’ve seen firsthand how giving it is, how it rewards its followers with incredible power. Would your Black Bull do the same, Antonio Thatcher?” She snarled, her honeyed voice morphing into something animalistic as she uttered his full name.