Judgment Of Kelgorath Novels & Stories

“Undefined state may proceed.” A pause. “Not alone.” Everyone froze. Rhydian blinked once. “…what?” Halven’s expression changed instantly. For the first time since the descent began— He looked genuinely alarmed. “That has never happened before,” he said quietly. The voice continued: “Judgment requires witness.” And then— The staircase expanded. Two paths forming side by side into the darkness below. One for Kael. And one— For Rhydian. --- END OF CHAPTER 77

"Circe, you used a cold-iron judgment altar to suppress Orson's life-fire, so you'll enter the cold-iron tide-cell and suffer the cold iron pressing your blood day after day, until your Siren blood withers into the very lowblood you despised." Circe knelt on the Divine Steps, her face streaked with tears, trying to scream but unable to make a sound. Yet the seal of truth at her brow still spoke. "Vera is Lord Theron's own sister. Orson is the Divine Court's own brother. I slandered them. I cannot afford to pay." Kane's judgment was at the Pillar of Truth. That pillar stood outside the Divine Court, taller even than the Divine Steps, its shaft carved all over with the words of the Ancient Law

" The gavel came down with a thunderous crack, and with it, the last remaining voices of doubt on the internet were silenced. Scarlett's legs gave out beneath her. "No... I don't want to die! Mom... Grandma... Great-Grandpa... save me..." However, her struggle was futile. The same netizens, who had once accused me of fabricating evidence and abusing my authority, now completely reversed their stance. The comment sections were flooded with praise. "Judge Hart saw through their act from the very beginning!" "A monster like her deserved the death penalty a long time ago!" At the same time, however, a new question began spreading through the crowd.

Even the healers and scholars had abandoned their wings for this, the largest hearing the realms had ever gathered for. The air carried a mixture of tension and anticipation. A low growl hummed from the crowd like a warning storm on the horizon. Today was Judgment Day. For Damon. For Selene. And for Killian, because though he stood blameless, he would have to face what had been done to him… and by whom. I took my seat beside Killian on the raised platform. His hand found mine beneath the table, strong despite the lingering weakness of his injuries. His thumb brushed my knuckles in small, grounding circles. I knew he wasn’t doing it for himself. He was doing it for me.

Defeated, Wyatt stopped and led Rory away. Three days later, we stood in the Great Hall of the Alpha King's Council. Solemn stone pillars encircled the circular judgment platform. Twelve Elders sat on a high dais, their gazes as sharp as a hawk's. I stood at the plaintiff's podium. Wyatt and Rory sat in the defendant's box. Rory's face was paler than ever, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Luna Faye, present your evidence," the Head Elder's voice echoed through the hall.

One minute, he was there, bragging about how he was going to kill me, ruthlessly, and avenge who ever Theus had killed, and in the next, disbelief contoured his face as he slowly drifted of, breathing his last. It turned out, he was all talk and no action. To even think that I had felt threatened by him!. After a few seconds of contemplating, I decided against adding another wound to him so I let the earlier ones kill him slowly. Shortly after, his massive body fell to the carpeted ground with a loud thund. The first round of the contest was over . I should have been celebrating, but I wasn't. It was too early to celebrate, after all. The second part was coming and like I was made to underst

I stood silently and waited for him to continue. “I have had a vision.” He stated flatly. “The events that have transpired tonight have solidified your future Ulfgar. You must take you brother and leave. Now. Tonight before the sun rises. If you do not the power that resides within the sacred place will try to consume you in order to prevent you from this future that has been wrought. I can not allow you to take that power, there is no guarantee it would kill you. It could simply drive you insane.” “But I didn’t kill him. What could I have done that would have led to you dissolving my apprenticeship?” I questioned heatedly. This wasn’t right. I did everything right!

Helena removed the tiara from her forehead and placed it on the ground. “Lord, make me victorious,” she invoked, gripping her sword with both hands and placing it close to her face with her eyes closed. The full moon had reappeared, providing its warm and soothing glow over Helena. Agregor gawked at her with bloodlust, his mouth still smeared with the blood of the last innocent resident of Themicera that he had slaughtered. Jezebel waved her wand and a vast circle of fire surrounded Agregor and Helena. “The rules of the combat are simple,” she proclaimed in a towering voice, totally unlike hers. “You fight, till one of you is thrown out of the circle, gets killed, or is set ablaze by the fir

Arth stood up, wiped his blue cloak, then walked out of the circular stage. "A ... Arth from Frostwood wins the match!" "That one's not bad," High Councilor Rowan spoke in a low tone, playing with his fingers. "What do you think, Sir Kael?" "He’s far more experienced than any young warrior at his age would be," Kael replied, narrowing his gaze to the young man. But then, his eyes widened after finally seeing Arth's face turned to him. Their eyes met. “Bloody hell …” Kael stormed his eyebrows, seeing the young man's ocean-blue eyes. ‘Is he ... what I think he is? No ... this is impossible. Those blue eyes could be fake.’