Holy Idol Novels & Stories

“Good, I need you to do a simple ritual for me to bring somebody to earth” “I see, so you want to bring more problems on humanity” “Not really” he said “And who’s this person” “He’s a very interesting personality” “What’s his name?” she asked “Bazel” Lucifer smiling… “What’s his profile?” Maria asked resting on her kitchen cabinet “Most powerful, most dangerous Leviathan and is Metatron’s biggest challenge” “Hmmm, sounds like a war machine” she said “That’s why I love you, smart girl; War machine correct”

River knew that there was something different about Spencer's staff and she was slowly noticing those differences. The party that River attended has already started but the person who insisted and threatened him is still not showing up. He was surprised when the host suddenly said that the auction would begin. So she looked at Troy full of questions. But she got no answer to it. As the auction and bidding went on, River could hardly comprise what she saw and knew. Because of her knowledge auction is for selling rare and valuable things, not women and men who are pure virgins as also mentioned by the host.

“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.

“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?"

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.

"Blessed be your breasts, which produce sacred milk." Father Joseph's oiled fingers touched her pussy, sliding between her folds. "Blessed be your womb, seat of pleasure and service." Father Chen touched the oil to her ass. "Blessed be every opening, every entrance, every way we claim you." Finally, Father Henry touched oil to her heart. "Blessed be your willing spirit, which makes all of this sacred rather than sinful. You are our holy offering, Sister Veronica. And tonight, we consecrate that truth."

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.