Holy Idol Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.

“I’ve already lost Mum. I’m not losing you too.” Gabe gritted his teeth, grabbed the hose nozzle, and shoved it toward the idol. “Ready?” Nick held the idol open. “Do it!” Gabe forced the hose head into the idol and twisted the release valve. A jet of water blasted out, and the idol began to glow—bright, blinding, pure. “Close the fucking halves!” Gabe shouted over the roar. Nick slammed the idol shut. A searing flash of light filled the gym. The piping shuddered and then collapsed. The ceiling cracked and caved in, and dust and debris fell all around.

She was the only person I couldn't get a reaction from. “She hates me,” I said, and Dad raised an eyebrow. “Can you blame her?” The question hit harder than I expected, and I looked away. “Wait…” I said, remembering something. Elizabeth would never agree to this, I am sure. “Does she even know about this?” “She does, and she would rather spend a lifetime with the devil,” Dad lips curved up slightly. “See? The feeling is mutual,” “She still agreed.” He said, and my amusement faded.