Jesus Akiane Novels & Stories

I keep my head high, not giving an ounce of fear or vulnerability. “Okay. What do you want?” Roman asks, almost afraid of the answer. “Justice. My Brother did nothing to her”. “Excuse me, if I may?” That was Angel. “Yeah?” “Ashanti doesn't just kill anyone without a reason, I've worked alongside her to know how she operates. I think it's best we listen to her side of the story” Her words are followed by a few nodding, if looks could kill she'd be dead right now. Jackson is glaring holes into her head.

"Not even the gods can help a dead man, yet you say there is one? Who is that being?" Jide frowned when he saw the smile on Mary's face. The white woman had adjusted to one of those postures which she uses to lecture people about God and his son Jesus Christ. "He is Jesus Christ. The son of the living God. The God of gods, the king of kings, and the one who makes a way where there is no way. He can make the impossible possible. Even to bring the dead back to life. Do you believe it?" "Show me this Christ." Ejima shifted her weight to the other hand "so that I might pour my libation to him, and that he might bring my son back to life."

“You can’t reject a mate on behalf of another person.” “Says who?” She rolls her eyes then pauses, adjusting her glasses and squinting her eyes towards the distance to our left. I follow her gaze to the graveyard and catch a sight of Akio, perched on a gravestone, holding a tiny flashlight that’s beaming down on something he’s holding. “Japanese Jesus is at it again with his nightly graveyard visits.” She says.

What more could I want? Selene's voice echoes through the pack: - Young Klaus, you're mistaken. Angel won't have a girl. Klaus looks around and shouts into the air: - But Moon Goddess, you asked to give her your name. - That's true, but you're going to be the father of a girl and a boy. Angel is expecting twins. - the goddess's voice says, and the laugh she gave echoes for a moment before disappearing. - Moon Goddess, what's your true name? - Angel screamed.

I replied, controlling the urge to roll my eyes, reminding myself that I was the heir to the water kingdom and needed to treat my citizens with respect. Adriana looked at me, confused. She only had a sliver of divine power; she was maybe one-sixteenth God, if not less than that. I wasn't sure why the academy had invited her. Her tiniest amount of power wouldn't have made a difference around the mortals. The mortals would've assumed she had a water affinity; they would chalk it up to the elements and call her a Wiccan. But the council had determined that anyone showing any amount of a God-given gift was to attend the academy.

Zion blinked and thought that this woman was a goddess so he crawled to her and grabbed her feet and begged, "goddess oh goddess please save us please, please, please save my friend." The woman looked at him with her beautiful and dazzling brown eyes and then at bearie before she sighed and sat down, she kept her hand over his head , Zion looked at her and she gave him a gentle smile before she said, "I am not a goddess, my name is Aiyanna."

Nathan asked her and Ace nodded. "Just like if we don't sin, Jebus died on the cross for nothing." Ace told her and everyone paused, looking over at him. "Ace, it's Jesus." Jason said, giving him a weird look and Ace furrowed his eyebrows. "No, I'm pretty sure it's Jebus." He responded and Jason rolled his eyes, going back to the topic at hand. "We're gonna go take some pictures and look around and before we leave, we're putting these bad boys up."

This is the first time I've seen her not in control of a situation, taken aback by the last people we expected to see here. Isaiah frowns. "Avia?" "Don't worry Malin, Avia," an unfamiliar woman says from the corner of the room. "Isaiah is a member of our rebellion." I look over her. "Who are you?" "I'm the leader. My name is Kae," she tells me.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.