Holy Idol Novels & Stories

“You must be insane to think that I’ll ever…” “I’m not joking, beautiful,” Matheus cut her off before she could finish speaking. He turned slightly to his side and gave a small nod. That was all it took. One of the hooded figures immediately stepped forward carrying an ancient scroll in one hand and a burning torch in the other. The man stopped beside Matheus and carefully unrolled the scroll, his eyes scanning the strange symbols written across its surface. “Shall we begin?” he inquired.

“She is an important part of our project. Only she can find the keys.” With that, they faded into the night. Nazeera removed whatever spell she had cast on us and we became visible. “Key? Girl? What girl and who the hell is Odhal?” Confusion glimmered in my gaze as I stared at Nazeera whose eyes still didn’t leave the corner they had disappeared to. “Odhal is the god of Hades, the King of Hell.” She turned to me. “Someth ing is going on in this school, and I strongly believe your dagger is connected to it.”

"She's the one who told us to do it!" Mrs. Dent was stunned speechless. "What…?!" His eyes blazing with fury, the mayor seized me by my collar as he bellowed, "Blasphemy! Insulting our sacred religion! Flog her this instant!" I kept shaking my head to deny it, but two officers roughly pulled me up by my feet, dragging me off to the flogging post. "Stop!" A deep, powerful voice suddenly boomed, drowning out the accusations and silencing my classmates.

“It looks… wrong.” He leaned closer so only I could hear him. “The moon goddess has many forms,” he said softly. “Some gentle. Some fierce. This place is old. The carvings are mixed with other beliefs. We need to focus on the ritual. The sooner it is completed, the better.” I nodded, though my chest still felt tight. I looked away from the statue, but I could still feel it watching me, even without eyes. Isolde did not stop. She walked deeper into the ruins toward the center. The ground sloped downward and opened into a wide space. Broken walls circled us like the remains of a crown.

This house was mine, yet he spoke as though it were his to give away. The reporter, thinking we were some wealthy family, teased him, "Mr. Huber, you must be rolling in money if you're casually giving away a house like this." But Gideon, eager to highlight his holiness and selflessness, shocked everyone again. "Not really. We only have this one house. But even if we end up on the streets, we must still help those in need!" The reporter looked at Gideon with a strange expression and glanced at me with sympathy. "Mr. Huber, you really are… quite the saint."

“My sister is pure.” “My lover is pure.” Hisoka and Malikul sharply glared at Aidan. Aidan raised his hands like a surrendered criminal and admitted his fault. “Yes, yes, my mistake.” “If I am not mistaken, her current title is Her Holiness,” Aulia said. “Yes, Her Holiness.” “But why Holiness? It’s not that you guys are from a religious cult.” Malikul still couldn’t understand the idea of it. “In a way, it’s similar to a cult,” Hisoka said shamefully and looked away, straightening his legs.

"Do you want me to say anything to him? He doesn't have a right to take his anger out on you." I smiled lightly. Man, Orion was the sweetest person I knew. "Thank you, but no, it's fine. He was being brutally honest and said things I probably need to hear." "Should I even ask?" Orion said softly, his eyes narrowed in confusion. I chuckled, "Probably not. What's going on with him anyways, though? Why is he being so insufferable? I mean, more insufferable than usual." Orion now looked even more confused than before, "Wait, you're saying you don't know why he's running around acting like the hulk?"

Ley hurriedly lifted a hand and said, “Oh, no. Not your fault. Anyway, so what exactly are we?” The girl made a difficult expression, like she's trying to formulate an outline for the account. "I think, as the goddess said, we're no longer humans but we still have our souls. Ouch, erase that. I think we're still humans but we just got upgraded to the next level." "In records, Anitos or Idols are ancestor spirits, nature spirits, or deities. It could also refer to carved human figures made of wood, stone, or ivory that represent spirits. So I suppose we are the former?” Leyte raised a brow.

The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality. She sat up, trembling, heart racing, fingers clutching at her chest as the haunting memory replayed: A throne carved from bone. A crown forged in fire. She knelt—not in submission, but in a radiating power like waves of heat from desert sand. But her hands… Her hands were stained crimson. And on an altar before her lay **Holly**. Dead. Eyes wide open, mouth parted in a silent scream—this was the face of her best friend, her protector through childhood and schoolyard battles alike.

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.