Spiritual Headache Bible Novels & Stories

Roman's heart wouldn't stop throbbing as he rushed for the door. He suddenly developed a headache. It couldn't be true. He just didn't want to believe that something so tragic as that had happened to him. He couldn't imagine being bankrupt and turning poor. His headached thinking about it and the more his heart banged in his chest like it was about to burst out.

“So he’s not part of the inner circle…the cabal.” “I don’t think so.” “Hm,” I groan and slump forward. The headache is getting worse. It feels like someone’s trying to carve out a piece of my brain. “Are you all right?” Zael asks. “My head is killing me. Willow connected with me a while ago, and I’ve had this headache ever since.” “She connected with you? How?” I quickly tell him what happened while simultaneously trying my best not to throw up. “I don’t know…maybe she did something, or I did something to myself.”

miserable. "W-What is happening? Is something wrong with my health? D-Do I have a chronic disease?" I asked him in a soft voice. That kind of headache is not normal. It happened twice already. It was as painful as death. When I was experiencing it, I just silently prayed to die because it was too painful to bear. I would rather die than to experience it. Greval stopped caressing my fingers, as though he froze. He lifted his eyes at me. I could not read his emotion.

Shaking her head in a frantic motion, Emmeline fought the intoxicating pull of his proximity. This man was temptation incarnate. He was a walker of iniquity sent to drag her down into a den of ruin. She squeezed her eyes shut and desperately summoned the ultimate shield of her faith to combat the heat pooling in her belly. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world. First John chapter four, verse four." She gasped the scripture in a breathless rush, clinging to the verse as a frantic reminder that the holy spirit within her was supposed to conquer the sinful flesh of the world. Yet her body continued its rank betrayal.

Okay… Sorry". I gasp. "No, it wasn't you. Just an annoying thought I got". He looks angrily at the sky, the three tops whipping provocative. "I didn't know a Jötnar could even get a headache". I giggle, relieved that he isn't angry with me. "When it rains on the priest, the sacristan gets a headache". He mumbles angrily. "Uhh what ?" "Forget it ! It is my.. headache". He sighs. "Please be careful. Listen to Your gut feelings; that is me trying to guide you. Remember I can't do shit before you ask me to and you don't have unlimited powers".

Christian "Baby", I strive to find her beside me to take her in a tight embrace while trying to open my eyes. She felt so amazing last night. My lips widen into a smile. However, I can't find her beside me and open my eyes. She is not here. Being confused, I get up with a severe headache. I grab my head and try to figure out what actually happened. As I roll my eyes, I find myself in a room of Adavan's villa.

I laughed, “You did.” The kids were telling us about their day when Heather asked, “Mom, did you go to the doctor about your headache today?” I chuckled, “How did you know about that?” She answered, “I saw it. You really should go to the doctor. The Goddess told me to tell you to go to the doctor.” I sighed, “I guess I should go then. I will go tomorrow. Okay?” She nodded, “Okay. Just don’t put it off.” I shook my head, “I won’t put it off. I promise.”

But what about today? Why did she have so much blood on her hands? Did she kill so many mosquitoes today? Or mistakenly wiped them on a pail of paint? But the smell... It was not the addicting scent of paint or watercolor, but the repulsive scent of ... Blood! 'What the heck happened?' Misty furrowed her brows at the sharp headache that assaulted her. Her eyes automatically closed, and a groan came out of her mouth. "...Uuuhh..." 'Dammit. The heck? What's with this headache? Which devil or deity wants to kill me through a headache? Don't they know it's a sin to torture a beautiful goddess like me? Argh!'

"Damn! what's wrong with him? where did that look of fear that used to be in his eyes? has he gotten his strength? that's why he's so brave to oppose anyone? damn, I won't let him progress that far!" Meanwhile, Nathania who returned to her room felt that her headache was starting to disappear. It was very disturbing, because before, she rarely had headaches, except when she had a fever. But now the headache often appeared suddenly along with a strange feeling that was so strong in her mind. *** "What really happened to me?" ***

I cried, my eyes tightly shut and my body drenched in sweat. I knew father was cruel to me but I expected him to at least help me but he just stared down at me, with a look of disgust on his face. I continued writhing and screaming in pain, and also muttering strange things with different voices, like an argument was going on in me. It was at that moment that I came to realize what was indeed wrong with me. The spell father had casted on me was trying to take control of me but my spirit was refusing it. Hence, the splitting headache.