The Gavel Of God Novels & Stories

“Well then, let us dive deeper into the tale of the gods that ruled over this valley. One was the Flugor, the other one was the Vespera, and the third one...the god of mischief was Malum…!” The mere name invoked unnerving anxiety and fear. Some of the people got up, praying to Fulgor for deliverance while heading back to the huts. Blanchett couldn’t help but feel Glinda’s stare connecting with her every few seconds later. She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe.

The good kneeled by me. "But you will never taste her blood again!" He stated. Another blow of the knife hit my thigh, tearing the muscles in pieces. "Nor will you ever taste anyone's blood ever again," the god continued. "I don't even need these chains in order to kill you! " He concluded snuggly. Enosos nodded to the guards behind him and they immediately let go of the chains. A second later the god released the chains from Cain's body, with the flick of his wrist.

Seven chairs was placed around a glass globe representing the seven Elders of the coven but only six chairs were occupied “By moon unbroken and flame untamed, We gather beneath the ancient names. Let silence bow and shadows rise, As truth awakens and power replies. Circle sealed, the hour calls, open now these sacred halls.” They all chanted as they held up their hands and the glass globe began to glow.

The fire has burned low in the room and the city is dark outside the window and somewhere in the merchant quarter a man with a scar is making his way through the streets toward wherever Caelan receives reports at the eleventh hour of the night. And in Riven's rooms the Goddess of Fate and the God of Sovereignty are sitting across from each other working out how to take apart something built to harm her by turning it into something that calls them both. "Show me," I say. He holds out his hand. Not for me to take. Just open. Palm up. An offering, not a demand. The God of Sovereignty showing the Goddess of Fate what his domain feels like from the inside. I put my hand over his without touching

A single word was said, but it was a washout of everything the God Ding had done in the past hundred years, and many people in the distance were talking about it. Elder Violet Dome's gaze was cold as he waved his hand, "Take this man!" However, all the disciples of the God Cauldron were a bit apprehensive and didn't dare to approach, despite the fact that the truth of the matter had been revealed at the moment, after all, they had been treating this person as a Godfather before, and at the moment, they still had an extremely heavy sense of trepidation. "Hehehe ..." A gloomy smile appeared on the puppet godfather's face, and he suddenly raised his palm, and immediately afterward, a mournful a

It was definitely Audon and his psychotic tendencies for drama. "Elder Audon, you dare defy Mother Nature´s gift..." Galabriel said, and I recognized that the ceremony's first part mattered to them. Even without a crown, I was already their Queen, bound by Mother Nature -their Goddess- and linked to the people with her blessings. Take that, Audon... I did a small victory dance.

Rowan and Alpha Aric. I could feel it, even without looking up. A gaze that didn’t disturb, but traced. All eyes are now fixed on the center of the circle. Kaelen steps forward, wearing the only black robe among the sea of white garments—a long robe with the family emblem on his chest. The air felt heavy, as if time had slowed. All eyes followed him, silent in reverence, awaiting those sacred moments. Elder Ravel, the oldest and most respected elder, stepped forward. The crystal-encrusted wooden staff in his hand was gently struck against the ground three times. The sound of the strikes echoed softly, enough to penetrate the hearts of all present.

The air thickened, not with danger, but with expectation. Kael walked beside Azriel, their shoulders almost touching, steps in quiet rhythm. The ground beneath them cracked and whispered, brittle with old truths. > “This is where the Fold began,” Kael said softly. “Where the gods unmade the world’s name.” Azriel didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. The eighth flame in his chest pulsed slow and steady—no longer a fire to be feared or wielded, but one that knew him. Not bright. Not cold. Just true.

She held it aloft. And whispered the name: “Starbrand.” Vessa stumbled back. “You could kill Sirelia with that.” Seren shook her head. “That’s not what it’s for.” Kael’s brow furrowed. “Then what is?” Seren turned to him, slow, eyes like spiraled void. “To silence the God Below.” The words fell like stones into a still lake. And the temple did not breathe for a long time. Even the shattered stars overhead seemed to hold their flicker.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!