Holy Idol Novels & Stories

“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.

He would love to witness the terror of the 'to stun three mountains, to grasp five valleys and to chase tidal away that even spirits are terrified'. … On the day of Spring Plowing Festival. At that moment, there were tons of Genetic Fighters gathered at Wonder Lake. At the pavilion in the middle of Wonder Lake, there was an elderly sitting there, meditating. He was wearing a black shirt and his face had an expression that no one could make out, yet it gave off an intimidating aura. That elder was no one else but the being who used to be the strongest being in Holy Land, Quinto with the title of to stun three mountains, to grasp five valleys and to chase tidal away that even spirits are terri

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.

"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."

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."

Christ! I slam my hand on my forehead. Fuck!! I am just as good as dead.