Holy Idol Novels & Stories

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.

“One son of a gun had angered my spirit earlier. I don't know, but I think I hate him.” “You hate no creation of Allah, Liyana,” Sofia cleared. “The Qur’an taught us to love, not despise. You just got to tolerate everyone's personality and behavior. Do you get it?” “Whatever!” Liyana smiled and Sofia shook her head with a chuckle. At Ayaan’s place, his grandma, whom he lives with was in the sitting room, making a beautiful embroidery on a piece of cloth when Ayaan arrived. “Salaam alaikum,” he saluted, shutting the door behind him. He had just gone to perform the Ishai namaz.

“It is not natural to walk under mountains.” “Hmm,” Thaelen agreed with that. “Why so determined to get to Concordia?” He wondered. “They have stayed on their side of the mountain range for centuries and do not raid your shores anymore.” Not since the One God became the only religion in Etrait. Johil wore the symbol of the One God around his neck, as a carved ring on his finger and tattooed over his heart – a devout follower.

*** Flashback *** “Have you idiots lost your goddam minds?” Cindy screeched at the Coven, each member hung their heads in shame except Florence. She was an odd woman, always talking franticly about the war to come and my part to play in it, I didn’t like that. It was scary. The stuff she said would happen, I much preferred to play a different game.

I think there are other ways. Some conjugate and we have idol worshippers, which involves ancestral worship, sun worship, moon worship, and some even worship mountains and woods and some also create their own gods to worship. In all of these, I suggest that chanting with the divine supreme being is the ultimate. But it is too risky to undertake. Suddenly they heard the sound of the door key unlocked. May hurriedly pushed the door and it was opened. They rushed into the living room and Prince was lying on the floor helpless. May went closer to check if he was breathing or not.

The holy tool of ancient Buddhism and the Yellow Obsidian Crystal. They were all his long-cherished holy artifacts, and taking a piece out was enough to shock the world. If his father were to have known about those artifacts, he would’ve definitely mobilized the entire country’s forces and seized them back. ‘I have to obtain them! I must! ‘The holy tool of ancient Buddhism is mine! The Yellow Obsidian Crystal is mine too! No one can snatch them from me!’ Baton yelled in his heart. He, too, was overwrought.

We followed the ancient tradition, stepping out of our shoes at the entrance before crossing the threshold into the interior. My breath caught as I approached the center. There, encased in crystal right before the towering, ethereal idol of the Goddess, were the legendary indentations in the stone, the footprints of the Moon Goddess herself. I moved forward with a sense of reverence I hadn’t expected to feel. Gently, I placed the bouquet of white lilies at the base of the altar. I closed my eyes and joined my hands in prayer.

"Keep going." "The older church crowd is split. Half of them think you seduced him — sorry, that's their word, not mine — and the other half think it's romantic and are secretly rooting for you but won't say so publicly because of your mother." Sara raised an eyebrow. "Your mother is apparently terrifying." "She is."

They'd kill her again. Marie's flat shoes barely made noise when she walked. Her white apron was fastened smartly behind her neck. Her shoulder length messy auburn hair was packed in a bun in such a way it framed her sixty years old face. Marie had served Axel all her life. Her parents who carried out fetish practices had dedicated her to the fate god when she was a baby. And now she was human, she had served him wholly with all her heart. Axel had become more than just her sacred master , he was family.

Gosh this man here is trying to make me a confused human, how did I even end up here I thought to myself. "Few minutes ago. You saw me vomiting almost collapsed in your presence ROGERS!!" "Okay Rita, if you must know. I MUST MARRY HER!!! I need to prolong my wealth, I need it to grow. And you don't get to act like a fool in her presence."