The Gavel Of God Novels & Stories

And if what her son suspected is true, the sixth Wishing Stone was something the Coven is actively searching for. In their world, the six Wishing Stones were the sacred treasures of the god race. Gaia, the god mother of their race, was said to have lived for thousands of years and was so powerful that she was able to govern the world all by herself. Her reign was a golden age for the gods, an era of greatness that lasted millennia. Despite her power and knowledge, though, even she could not achieve true immortality, and eventually succumbed to death. Before she died, she was said to have shed tears over the world she loved and regretted to leave behind, and her tears became objects of great

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

Hearing the words, the Master of Heaven's Gate nodded lightly. "I can't recite the poem, but I have written it down." Old Man Goss stretched out his arms and took out a piece of paper under Ava's cautious glare. "For you," Old Man Goss yelled angrily, that item that seemed like paper was actually leathery. The moment it was opened, numerous flying needles made of cow bristles instantly enveloped Ava. A gloomy smile appeared in Old Man Goss' eyes. He did not believe that the Master of Heaven's Gate would be unscathed with such a short distance.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

"Good to see you too." His gaze moved to our father. For a second, all humor left him. "Oh." The Gate Opener's smile faded. Lu Shen adjusted his glasses and faced the court. "Archive testimony: Gate Opener is not a god. Not a person. It is a procedural wound created when the first emergency authority opened a way for selected souls and locked the rest outside." Below-Prayer whispered hungrily. Ava records names even when her hand shakes, because a record is a kind of rescue.

Amari asked scrunching her face and reaching over to check her phone. "It says if any man be in Christ , he's a new creature, old things have passed away behold all things are become new." Aunt Marie said nodding her head and smiling. "You said in your prayer last night when I came back that God should let me find happiness in him and peace." "Yes." "I'm heavy on the word peace." Amari sniffles "and I opened to a page in the Bible, Genesis, God is Almighty and powerful and then I prayed after and I felt that peace."

Fear began to gnaw at me as I saw the spirits of the werewolves who had failed to please the God of Death chained to a tree. I knew that behind that faint portal, the God of Death was residing. He sat on a throne made of human skulls. The God of Death waited for the offered to come to him. And later, he would present the offered with a thousand questions and conditions. Would Gabriel succeed? Would he get the reward he sought at the cost of his precious life? Only time will tell. In unbearable silence, Gabriel stood before the God of Death. I saw Gabriel with infinite love, begging the heavens not to destroy him.

Nyla’s POV As I got closer to the Divine Gate—where the gods had stored their power for centuries—the air crackled all around me. As though they were waiting for me to falter, I could feel their eyes on me and their weight in the air. But I had no intention of stopping. Not right now. Even though the rift I had made was still raging and the sky above was ripped open, I knew the true fight was about to begin. The Gate of God. This was where their power lay. I could put a stop to them all if I could get through.

“The other Gods?” “I do not understand what you’re implying.” “What I’m trying to ask is whether you told them that you turned a Titan, one who once sat on the Great Circle of Gods, into a half-mortal? Then neglected to mention it to anyone as you mutated humans and had them fight your battle? Sounds to me as though you tried to cover up your mistake. Almost as if you were hiding it from them so they wouldn’t get involved. A situation a God of Nature would probably be required to abstain from.”

"You still haven't asked how much." ​Kaelor blinked, pulling himself out of his stupor. "...How much?" ​The High God snapped his fingers. A heavy leather pouch materialized in the air and landed at Kaelor's feet with a metallic, resonant clink. ​Corrupted Divine Essence. There was enough inside to restore a fragment of a dying Authority. Enough to let a rankless, forgotten god dream of power again.