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

I continue all while Cara remains silent. Being the God of life and fertility, Cara is granted the ability to speak with the Lord of the heavens directly, and not just in a dream like it is for the rest of us. Cara is one of the ten Gods in creation who can meet the Lord of creations, and even if she is only able to ask on behalf of Odell, she also knows the Lord of creation would never agree to such, and let's say he does, there would be an aftermath worse than it all, because as he has said,

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.

I knew every year the trials were different so I was sure Aunt Eloise’s diary would have no bright ideas for me. “Always remember, aspirants. None of it is real, it is all an illusion.” He clasped his hands together. “May your souls be given divine protection from the gods.” My eyes squinted. That wasn’t what he said last night, and neither was that the term he had used. “They would have no other choice but to understand it is all for the greater good or their souls will be a good addition to Odhal” Why did he use the gods in our presence and Odhal, King of Hades when he thought he was alone?

I could barely think past the pain, my thick thighs trembling violently where they draped over Draven’s forearm, my heavy breasts aching and leaking as my body prepared to bring new life into this nightmare. Vaelor moved closer despite the God’s overwhelming aura, his golden eyes locked on mine with that fierce devotion that had always made me feel seen. Draven held me tighter, his crimson grip possessive and unyielding, but for once neither of them fought each other. The God’s command had frozen them both in place. “Bring forth the vessel,” the ancient voice thundered again, echoing through the grove and silencing the distant sounds of war. “This birth belongs to me.”

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.

The black line widened. [Rule violation.] Gate Opener was not a title. It was a condition. My father's ribs were hinges, his lungs bellows, his blood the red ink that kept authorizing a door nobody should have built. [Kinship acknowledgement strengthens Gate Opener.] Pain split through my chest. My father's fingers closed around my wrist with impossible strength. Aunt Lan pointed her ladle at the altar. "If that thing wants worship, it can help wash bowls." The little god under the stove sneezed ash.

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

I could not take that, my eyes going down to her. “ I am coming with you. She will be scared when she wakes up and I can’t just give her to you when we don’t know your intentions of her.” I said out, the God before me turning around. In his hand was suddenly a golden staff , its head shaped like tree branches. He hit it on the ground once and it shook. My heart beat even harder. I did not know what I was doing but I would do it for Raven. I was scared and rightly so but I would swallow my fear and do what I thought was best for the beautiful girl in my arms who was not even just a girl. I blinked, taking a deep breath. “ Your majesty.” A voice came.

“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.”