Sacred Woman Book Novels & Stories

That book held words written by the King of Kings himself. No one could look upon the King of Kings true writings. It was too powerful for the naked eyes to read. They weren’t even allowed to look upon their fathers words. It was said that the King of Kings, only gave one soul the ability to read his writings. It was said to be a very old druid woman, that they didn’t know anything about. They didn’t know who or where this woman was because the King of Kings protected her. They often wondered if it was either the virgin Mary or Mary Magdalene, but those were just guesses. They had no way of truly knowing unless their father wanted them to know.

The woman said as she brought out a strange book from the same drum. "My husband and I have been its protector for years and it wants a new protector" she continued as she breastfeed her baby. I took a look at the book, a big eye is on its rocky cover and it kept on glowing. The wave became heavy and rain drizzled. Water filled the boat. "Let's get off this ship. I know a safe place." I said. A knife was thrown into the air beside me stabbed the middle-aged woman's chest and she fell lifelessly on the floor.

Her mark had flickered under my healing… No, there had to be something there. I tore through the books Sofia had given me, looking for something that might give me a clue what could be causing my suspicions to flare. I should have been dressing for the day of my wedding. There was a family brunch in an hour, but instead, I curled up on the window seat in my room and flipped through pages desperately. Time was almost up when I found what I was looking for in the book titled ‘Selene the Blessed’. The book was a collection of myths about a woman blessed by the Moon Goddess.

The woman looked anxious as she said, “They’re living beings from the Yaquis Sect. We won’t be able to escape once the powerhouses from the sect arrive.” “It seems like the Yaquis Sect is everywhere,” complained Quattro. “Let’s withdraw,” said James. They quickly withdrew to a spiritual mountain in a certain Micro Genesis World. Many people had gathered there. The woman sat in a lotus position on the ground to heal. She stood up after suppressing her injuries. By the side were three people and a pig. “What exactly is the Shahrzad Treasure?” asked Quattro. “What’s your name?” asked Xzavion. “My name is Thora Lheano,” said the woman.

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight. The holy woman, truly embarrassed by the position she was now bound to uphold, couldn't help but ask with a trembling voice lacing her soothing vocals. "Hmmm…Sol? Why am I being bound so?" "Of course, it's because you wish for it, don't you?" "Heh, you shouldn't be so surprised, no? I remember some of the books you have in your collection. Well, most of the books. After all, they all follow the same genre."

I was a CEO. I felt like strange things kept happening to me as of late. I noticed that a woman kept showing up everywhere I went. Of course, I was an extremely handsome, wealthy, and talented billionaire. It was only natural for me to be surrounded by women of all sorts. But that woman was different. Why? Well, I'd never met such an oddball in my entire life. She tripped over nothing and fell right in front of me on her first day of work. The coffee she was holding ended up splashing all over my suit.

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

But even as I thought that, I knew I’d always wonder, and as much as I probably wouldn’t like the answer, I had to find out. Before I could give myself a chance to change my mind, I pulled out the book, my exhaustion shining through when my muscles protested under the weight. I dropped the book onto the nearest desk where it landed with an audible thud. I pulled out a chair and sat in front of it, eyeing it warily. I stared at the title on the peeling hardcover: The Sacred Laws of Werewolf Mates. ‘Last chance to turn back,’ Emrae whispered. ‘I’m not sure I want answers.’

Then the familial bond, that which is between my son and I, once again snatched me back from death's grip. This is the power of the sacred bond. It took me, May Jacobs. A human girl who was alone and unloved. Broken and shattered. Then it pieced me together. Making sure to leave me mended whole again. Indeed, the sacred bond mended me whole.