Spiritual Headache Bible Novels & Stories

“No disaster strikes except by permission of Allah . And whoever believes in Allah - He will guide his heart. And Allah is Knowing of all things.” (QURAN 64:11) ********************** "Ugh.."A grunt escaped my lips as the effects of black out started wearing off; drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness for an unknown period of time, before finally being able to pry my eyes open. For a while, I couldn't fully comprehend about my current state. Everything felt hazy and that blasting headache—I thought with a groan and unconsciously lifted my right hand to my head; when I found it immobilised. A sharp pain travelled up my arm as a result of my attempt to free it. Taking a few sharp b

He saw what I was seeing and I do not think I was daydreaming. "Oh God," I whispered. It's suddenly hotter than in Arabia. I fanned myself with the notebook that was on the table and looked around. My headache erupts with vengeance. "Oh God." Gabriel left his seat and came to sit beside me. "I think it's the same Mark," he whispered. "Of course it is." For a second, I suspected a vein in my temple was going to burst. I inhale. This is bad, more than bad. This is disastrous.

Like it just happened yesterday and I will never forgive him. Echo hugged me, and “I am sorry to hear that,” he said. “It is not your fault, don’t say sorry”, I cried to him. “So, what is your plan now?” He asked “I don’t know,” I answered while crying. I take the bible out from my cabinet, which I took from nanny Silva’s room, and open it to verse. Deuteronomy 31:6 and read it silently because I want to clear my mind from everything that is happening to me. The bible verse might help me clear my mind. I take a deep breath before reading it.

As I sat there, a terrifying headache began to throb against my temples, intensifying my already troubled state. While battling my pounding headache, memories of Theda's soothing touch flooded my mind. I remembered how she used to gently massage my head, her fingers working their magic to alleviate my pain. It was as if her touch held a mysterious power that could make my headaches vanish into thin air. Seeking solace in the remembrance of those moments, I found myself longing for her presence once again.

The red haired man concluded and stretched his arms above his head. †**************************************† • Dove : The beauty product. • Deuteronomy 27:25 "Cursed is anyone who accepts a bribe to kill an innocent person." Then all the people shall say, "Amen!" • Proverbs 17:15 He who justifies the wicked and he who condemns the righteous are both alike an abomination to the LORD.

She was desperate for help, and she silently prayed for a miracle. She felt weak. She went to the pews and sat a few rows from the front. As she did, she looked up and noticed an open Bible. It was a thick book, and the header read: The New Testament, The Book of Luke. She scanned the pages, looking for a sign, wondering if her prayer had been answered. She read: “I grant you power and authority over every demon, power and authority over every disease.” Her heart raced. Was it a message?

I gasped, my hands instinctively clutching at my temples as the world around me tilted. “Isa?” Emerson’s voice, distant yet urgent, called out to me. His hands were on me again, steadying me, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the pain. The sharpness of the headache grew unbearable, and I shut my eyes tightly, willing it to go away, but it only intensified. "Emerson…" I whispered, my voice a broken plea, “What’s happening to me?”

It was like a multitude of voices, and I trembled a bit, but I continued to pray from under my breath while the laughter increased. "Praying with fear in your heart only makes me happier, my love," the voice teased. I stopped praying and he laughed louder. "Lord," I said, "James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." I repeated the verse again and again like a chant while the entity inside of the room laughed louder and louder. "Stupid!" The voice screamed, and I knew it was now in front of me as I felt like something was holding on my neck, but there was nothing touching me. It was like I was choking, but nothing was there.

Heather's POV I woke up with one of the worst headaches I had ever experienced. It felt like my head was pounding in my skull and a constant feeling of wanting to kneel over and die. I grabbed my head and sat up, the memories of last night slowly registering in my head. I had gone out to find a way to get over the thoughts in my mind, somewhat gotten drunk and I remembered coming back to the room with Prince Keith.

Had he just told me to kneel and submit to him as Alpha or had there been more to it? My head pulsed with a dull ache. Was I getting a headache from the wolfsbane? Or was my brain just tired of me trying to organize the swirling chaos of questions I had? I let out a loud heavy sigh, silently cursing myself for not being able to make any sense out of any of it.