My Holy Weapon Novels & Stories

I stated and looked at him blankly. His form and stances started to tremble, and slowly he was getting on his knees. "With your instinct as a warrior and your role as a heretic is very complicated. You want to kill me fast and precise, but your instinct as a warrior wanted you to fight me with everything you got. You want to showcase your raw power, I have noticed that your dark holy sword is an eerie weapon. With just one slice or shot I would have been dead.” I formed my scythe, and pressed it on the ground to help me balance myself.

The weapon was hidden deep within the temple, and we were the only ones who could find it. We spent days searching the temple, facing challenges and obstacles at every turn. But finally, we discovered the weapon: a sword made of pure celestial light, imbued with the power of the celestial shield. We claimed the sword, and its energy pulsed through our veins, filling us with a sense of purpose and determination. With the weapon in our hands, we knew that we could defeat the great darkness that threatened the realms. We returned to our allies, and together we prepared for the final battle against the darkness. The energy of the celestial shield was stronger than ever, and our army of light sho

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 Hunters and Guardians had been asked to bring their own weapons, but she recommend each of them stop by after the meeting to have them blessed by one of several priests she had on hand and dipped in Holy Water. She said that Holy Water worked best when administered by a priest and that poor results some had reported may be due to missing this step. She also had several stakes available for team members to take which had been carved from demolished holy structures. She reported having better results with these weapons than others.

“You wonder about Victor. You wonder about the skinwalker. But you know what must be done. A skinwalker’s corruption cannot be healed through simple means. It must be purified. The only way to deal with it is either through fire or through the holy weapon. Fire will purify. A holy weapon will destroy it completely. And when it is destroyed, the spirit will be freed, but not before.” I nodded, trying to wrap my head around everything he was telling me. But it made sense, in its own way. The darkness that Victor had let in, the darkness that had overtaken him, had to be dealt with by purifying fire or by a weapon of divine power. But what did the holy weapon look like? How would I get one? Gra

Their strategy seemed to be working, as other parts of the ring lost integrity and a few of the arrows managed to pierce through it. As Tyndale progressed towards the heads at the rear end of the attack, Jericho, the talking vurhan appeared out of nowhere and catapulted a huge boulder towards him. Tyndale was almost caught unaware, he noticed the incoming projectile in the nick of time, raising his forearms and shielding his face from the impact. The boulder exploded on contact and sent him sliding across the ground, almost falling to the ground. He waved off the cloud of dust surrounding him and wiped off the chunks of debris on his head. Jericho charged towards him, it formed one of its in

Horrified, I watched, almost in slow motion, as they embedded themselves in the girl’s heads, one after the other. Red exploded, spluttering out of the holes, and their bodies slumped against each other. Dead. My training kicked in a millisecond later, cutting through my grief, and I prayed it was fast enough. I turned around, getting out of the way and drawing my gun, tears pricking my eyes as I scanned for the attacker, hoping Reed was okay. Where did he come from? How did we not see— There was only one person behind me, his expression neutral, as he lowered the gun.

I added. Later on, I heard someone sarcastically laugh behind me. Fear enveloped into myself but I couldn't do anything but to pretend as If I didn't scared at all. “Look how adorable my woman right now.” He said. I immediately turn to face him. “Who tf are you? Your woman? My ass!” I mentioned. This man wear a black hoodie and cap that's why I barely see his face. I freeze after I witnessed how he grin. “Who else owns you besides me?”

So I add, “Unless you’d rather it be her. I didn’t hesitate to use my own brother to feed the Hallow, so why wouldn’t I use his daughter?” Delaney flinches, then slowly, with trembling hands, reaches for the spellbook. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, clearly pleased. I can’t help but smile. Everything is coming together. Soon, I’ll be the most powerful warlock in the world. With the Hallow at my side, no one will be able to stop me, not even the Warren Heir.

not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place. The woman's eyes widened, before glaring at him. "You...you demons come to this holy place reeking of the death of our brethren. You three have no shame," the woman spat as his soft Pomelia gasped, slowly slipping away closer to the priestess. His stance hardened. Both he and his wolf taking that as a form of rejection. His teeth began to lengthen, fangs piercing his lip and hair beginning to spread across his forearms and underneath his clothing. "She is my mate and she is coming with me," he snarled as Pomelia began to cry harder, holding onto the Priestess for dear life.