Holy Spirit Devotion Novels & Stories

Little did he know that the next confession would lead him down a path of emotions he had long suppressed. The sharp sound of a stiletto caught the attention of another man serving in the lord's presence. He looked up to see a lady with black hair, fair skin, and an alluring figure. "I wonder what a beauty like her has to confess," the guy mumbled as he watched Khana knock before entering the confession room. Khana sat, her voice trembling as she began to speak, "In the name of the Holy Spirit, Amen." "May the presence of the Lord be with you. May the Lord find the path to your heart. May you humbly confess your sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." Father Henr

Sophie always said I’d pass as a stripper with how I dance but I know I dance to express myself and how I felt. I did my usual morning routine, which included thanking God for another day even thou it was going to be shitty, I gotta thank Him, at least I was not dead. Then I yell into my pillow and then I brush my teeth, take a bath, get dressed, have breakfast, read a few books, watch a few movies, get frustrated go up to my room do a little dancing, and sometimes skip lunch for a nap and then have dinner and then go to sleep and then repeat.

But beneath the steel in his voice was something else. Strain. Because if this were easy for him, the words would not weigh so heavily. “True devotion,” he finished, “is proven not in the absence of feeling… but in the mastery of it.” Silence. Then soft applause as he stepped back. Applause. As though he had delivered a beautiful, noble teaching. As though he hadn’t just drawn a line through my chest. Mass continued. I stood, knelt and responded automatically. But my mind replayed every word.

“My favorite was the monk. I possessed his favorite nun and made her sneak into his cell. She sucked him off while he tried to pray the rosary out loud. Every time he stumbled over a prayer, she took him deeper. He finished down her throat, sobbing for God to strike him dead. The other monks heard everything through the walls.” My cock strains now, aching. I hate my body for this betrayal. I reach for the small vial of holy oil I keep beside me and quickly apply some to my forehead, tracing the sign of the cross. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I cast out any unclean spirit,” I say firmly. A low, devilish chuckle comes through the lattice. Not human. It sl

My brain was unable to process the shock of this happening as countless questions clawed at me. “What have I done? Why now?” A sudden rush of movements jolted me. Vincenzo’s voice cracked through the panic, urgent and commanding. “Warriors, bring water. Now!” However, before anyone could move, the priest raised his hand and spoke. “Stop!” His eyes flashed wide. “Don’t smother it! Pouring water will anger the Goddess. Only a devotee’s sincerity can quench this fire. His truest plea will turn her wrath aside.”

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

He climbed up to the roof of the car effortlessly, "But I have got to commend you for your bravery, Bulan. That's why Bathala ordered people to protect you from me." He sat down with crossed legs, still with the loaded gun in his hand. Bulan is believed to be the deity who lit up the night sky. The brave god of beauty and illumination according to folklore. The dark entity possessing Benitez's body, on the other hand, is the spirit of the Bakunawa. The rumoured colossal sea serpent (sometimes a humungous alligator or reptile) who was mesmerized by its beauty, vowing to devour it.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”