Holy Spirit Devotion Novels & Stories

' I read along and sighed looking for a keyword I could hold on to to remind me of my faith and promise to myself whenever dad loses himself again. "I am not my own. My body is the temple of the holy Spirit which is in me." I whispered softly and wrapped my arms around myself. "I have sinned against my body." I muttered and bit my lip. I have to stop this. But how? Do I put on a pad to obstruct him whenever he attempts to get to me or do I....do I kick him in the balls? I shook my head. I definitely can't do that. That will only make things worse.

“Casper, you know me the best. Only one person was left from that incident back then. But I can’t touch that person.” Casper’s expression instantly darkened. “Azula, when are you going to repent?!” “Repent? Why should I repent? They’re the ones who pulled me into hell. How can I repent now?!” Azula smiled coldly, and her voice was trembling. “Casper, you must help me... you’re the one who caused me to arrive at this stage, isn’t it?” Casper’s breathing was a little heavy, and he clenched his hands tightly.

James looked at him and shook his head slightly, saying, “No.” Cody said, “It’s actually rather easy to spot them. There are Four Holy Beasts on Earth, and those who experience Energy Deviation after consuming the blood of the Four Holy Beasts would be the ones who possess the Supreme Spiritual Root. I heard that your wife, Thea Callahan, is exactly in the same situation.” James’ heartbeat accelerated. He never thought that Cody would have investigated Thea the moment he arrived on Earth. Since he knew nothing about Cody’s intentions, he feigned ignorance.

He was hypnotised for a moment, one of Katrina’s doings. He immediately got a grasp of himself when Katrina held his crotch! He was lost for what seemed like split seconds and the next thing he felt was someone’s hand down below, a sacred place he swore on his oath as a problem to neglect. “The sacred Sign of the Cross commands you, + as does also the power of the mysteries of the Christian Faith. + The glorious Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, commands you; + she who by her humility and from the first moment of her Immaculate Conception crushed your proud head.

I tried to tell her but it was too late as the devil pulled her hair and said with gritted teeth, "Do you have any idea whose baby you had aborted huh?" The woman hissed in pain, she seemed confused and tried to talk with the devil and make him understand what she did was necessary to save me and the relation between him and me, she was trying to convince him because they both are in human form and she was treating them like humans but soon she will be going to see the real self of them. The devil laughed listening to her wise advice with a long explanation, he then looked at his friend, "Make her suffer." He said and then threw her at the foot of his friend.

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

As they descended into the throes of passion, I charged at them, shouting, "Don't do such disgusting things beside my remains!" However, my soul went through their bodies. They couldn't hear me, no matter how loud my screams were. I couldn't do anything.

I'm at a loss for what to do. I have no control over anything that occurs. I am unable to wage this struggle on his behalf. I can pray, though. I tremble as I say, "Please," tears streaming down my face. "Don't take him away from me, please. I can't let him go just yet. Not after everything. My body trembles with quiet sobbing as the tears become more intense and I bury my face in my hands. The Moon Goddess may or may not be listening, but I have to think she is. There must still be hope, in my opinion.

"And you! Don't contaminate this young man's mind with your stupid ideas." "Tch! Doofus," The raven haired guy snickered and moved his eyes to look at me, "Hi there Henry I'm Blaze, I can be your friend, but if you want more I can be the fire that will help warm you in the cold night." He said with a silvery voice, and my brother unknowingly clasped his arms around my shoulders. “Hey, stop that! This is my brother, you jerk!" Grey yelled at the man, and Blaze's mouth curved into a sly smile.