Holy Idol Novels & Stories

Only she thought that what sounded like holy chanting now sounded more like crying, and it was the kind of crying that made people uncomfortable. Without that layer of sacred disguise, it didn't confuse people anymore. The face on the tree trunk, its mouth still moving, looked more like something from the Golden Triangle. Amelia had seen similar idols while on a mission. It wasn't like back home, where there was a church in the house. They were usually placed outside the yard, and at first glance, they could give you a scare. In an instant, Amelia got what someone meant. Foreign ones, usually even Zen magic couldn't fix them, and actually, it could even make their dark magic stronger without

"Hahaha! Trash will always be trash. How ridiculous to think you could imitate me." Andy shot back angrily, "Who do you think you are? Without your arsenal of spiritual treasures, you'd be nothing but garbage!" A terrifying tremor suddenly erupted. It was the Sacred Lunaland's Holy Son, and he was furious.

The noisy sound of Halloween night filled the small room again, masking and blurring the trembling of the weak girl in front of her. Amold happily chuckled inwardly, then casually ripped off Lida's thin shirt, her naked body appeared before his eyes, a natural masterpiece with soft curves, and tight peach breasts. The berry of an eighteen girl made his eyes bloom. He quickly swallowed his lewd saliva and rushed over. Lida lay still helplessly, in danger, she closed her eyes, constantly wondering: "Who can save her at this time? Who... who?" Suddenly, in her head, an image flashed.

Crank! The offerings knocked off the ear. The holistic statue of God instantly looked filthy and ominous with the mess around it. “Oh my!” The priest was shocked when he saw the statue being damaged and covered in a mess. He went up to Idris and said, “Sir, everything is planned out by God. Please calm down.” “Planned out?” Idris’ eyes gleamed dangerously. His lips curled into a dangerous grin and he said, “My grandson is crippled, and you are telling me it’s planned?”

but thankfully, the red was gone. I took a sigh of relief and straighten my back, wearing that black holy cassock over my shoulder and pure white collar around my neck; a symbol of my chastity from so many years, couldn't remember the exact date though...or year in my case. “ Father, the wolves have arrived"

The image, rather than exuding divinity, seemed to embody a malevolent entity, a demon trying to be concealed as a god. A golden calf stood atop a pedestal, incense wafting upward in a futile attempt to deify the idol. Fruits lay before it, a pitiful offering to an inanimate object. Priests moved about, attending to the calf with an air of reverence. Inayat's jaw clenched in disgust as she whispered to herself, "Can this lifeless idol consume these offerings and respond to the prayers of these priests?" Her voice was barely audible, but her indignation was palpable.

"Wait, Holly, didn't you mention something about Tydeus? While we were arguing." "Yes, he visited me in my dreams," Holly responded. "He insisted on calling me Juniper too. It was him, and I think the other guy called himself Dagon." "Dagon again?" Eros sighed. "I guess that's to be expected." "Holly, you can't listen to that one," Lachesis interrupted. "Dagon is especially dangerous. Please, don't listen to him. Not without someone at your side." "Just another person that cares about this grand destiny of mine," Holly spat out. "But that doesn't matter. He didn't say anything about my magic."

'Could she be the current Holy Saint Sect Master? The beautiful woman thought Darryl was oblivious to the existence of the Holy Saint Sect when she noticed his dumbfounded expression, so she said indifferently, "The Holy Saint Sect is one of the highest-ranked sects within the nine continents. Celestial Wood Altar is one of the Branch Alters under the Holy Saint Sect, and I'm the Altar Master! I'm Diana Olsen!"

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The island embraced us with its warmth, and the rhythm of the waves became a soothing melody to our souls. In the mornings, I found myself diving into the azure waters, exploring the vibrant marine life beneath with Arcane. She is a goddess, f*cking perfect goddess and I can't seem to get enough of her. The reef was a world of its own, teeming with colors and life. Arcane would sit at the shore, a look of wonder in her eyes, as if she could feel the magic beneath the surface. I'd emerge from the water, salt-kissed and exhilarated, to find her waiting with a bright smile. Her support and presence meant more to me than any medal or victory.