Holy Idol Novels & Stories

Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment. ''In the name of the father, of the son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen!. father bless me for I have sinned..." she began almost as soon as she knelt at the other side of the dock. There she was, this penitent whose fragrance has taken the righteous servant of God to the forbidden memories of passion. How can the presence of a stranger do this much to a shepherd of the Lord's flock? Doubts of his credibility as a confessor grew within him. He had the authority to pardon and forgive sins but how could he do that at the moment when he needs to be pardoned too. Mortal sins! Nearly

Allorah said thinking, “The goddess explained once that this was what identified us. It would tell what role we partake on the realm.” “And what was your role?” I asked, leaning against the table. Something was telling me that what Allorah would say next would be of importance. “That would give the light and hope to certain humans. I’m the goddess of the Diamond. And my sole purpose was to give light to the souls that where tainted with darkness. My blood had the power to see on the portals the humans, or better said families that would have sturdy daughters or sons and who of those would be full of darkness,” Allorah explained as she furrowed her eyebrows. “That means I could visit that per

'O Lord Shiva, Lord of Pasus or Jivas, O Blue-necked Lord, The Destroyer of Daksha's sacrifice, The Beloved of Uma, The Five-faced Isvara, Holder of Trident, Swallower of Poison, Through Thy Grace, I realized Oneness with Thee.' Once they finished, I felt an icy chill running through my veins. As I stared at them, one of the white-robed elders came to whisper something into the oldest man's ear. They nodded in some sort of agreement and turned to me again. "We are obliged to escort Your Holiness from here." "My Holi...what?"

I nod at him and try to force a smile even though it feels wrong. “Let’s return to the main issue. I don’t want to upset you or cause stress, but if the being inside your child is supposed to be good, it has to be there with a purpose. Just like us, demons, angels and holy creatures reside inside vessels on Earth. But unlike demons, they don’t come here to mess with humans or commit some evil deeds. The holy entities come here to stop those evil deeds. Sarah, they don’t choose vessels if the issue is minor. Murders and robberies, though they’re wrong, it’s not too much to call on someone holy. I believe that whatever is inside the baby was sent here to protect and stop. What? I have no idea,

I watched in horror as the jagged scars on his chest—the ones he had earned in the Abyss to save me—began to smooth over, the metal turning into a flawless, decorative chrome. "The Eighth Layer is the Chamber of the First Luna’s Vanity, Darlene," Jackson-crow spoke, his golden eyes narrowing as he perched on a crystalline branch that grew from the quartz floor. "The High Council has realized that they cannot delete your history or prosecute your love. So, they have decided to Canonize you. They are turning the 'Sovereign' into an Idol—a version of you that is so perfect, so beautiful, and so static that you will never have to feel the 'Too Much' energy again". From the center of the Mirror-M

This windowless box was going to be my tomb. Grrr! It crept closer. "Huss! Shoo! Go away, you beast! Someone... please, help me!" I shrieked, praying for a miracle. The wolf went silent. It didn't pounce. Instead, I witnessed something that defied all reason. The black fur receded, the bones shifted, and the beast transformed into a human figure I knew all too well. Drex Ethan. The idol I worshipped. He stepped toward me, his eyes still retaining a predatory sharpness.

Helena realized that joining the Miracle Doctor Sect as an elder was the deal of a lifetime. "Mr. Collins, please accept my gratitude," she said, bowing deeply with genuine respect. Chase looked confused. "What's gotten into you, Holy Lord Helena?" "Please, don't call me that anymore. I'm just an elder now," she said firmly. "Holy Lord Helena is dead and buried. The Dark Divine Holy Land is history. We're part of the Miracle Doctor Sect now." Chase did not have time to argue about titles. They had bigger problems. "Fine. Do you think telling Norm about the Dark Inner Demon would mess with his head?"

The presence of the idol brought a sense of peace and reassurance, a divine reminder of protection and love, filling the room with a quiet, spiritual energy. Rising slowly from her bed, she moved with a grace that belied her injuries, each step a silent prayer. Approaching the idol, she knelt with reverence, her lips moving in a whispered plea for her mother's safety. Her delicate hands, though marked with bandages, clasped together in devout supplication, her soulful eyes reflecting both her inner strength and the depth of her faith. The room, filled with the mingled scents of the herbal plants, seemed to hold its breath in a moment of sacred connection, as if the universe itself was listen

"But holiness is love. Holiness is healing. Holiness is the courage to see one another fully—and serve one another wholly." The people stood, hands linked, singing a hymn written by the children of the sanctuary. Outside, miles away in the prison keep of Veritas Hollow, Catherine sat in silence. Her cell was lined with carved words—Isabella’s words. She read them every day, haunted and convicted. The once-mighty priestess had not yet spoken since her judgment, not even when the new High Council offered her mercy in return for confession. She stared at the single beam of light that crossed her floor as the bell of Embera tolled again. For the first time, her lips trembled with something like

Wyot sipped his wine and said, “The Hagios Sect’s holy site will be opened soon.” “Oh?” Intrigued, James asked, “A holy site? What benefits can I get from it?” Wyot explained, “The holy site is the birthplace of the Human Race. It’s filled with countless opportunities and treasures. Inside the holy site, there are nine worlds. Disciples of the Hagios Sect are qualified to enter the holy site. However, not all disciples are given the chance. I heard only disciples with admission tickets are allowed to enter.” “Fuck,” James cursed out loud. He was a disciple of the Hagios Sect but had never heard of the event. Even the admission tickets were new to him.