The Gavel Of God Novels & Stories

But Raphael tilts his head, barely, and the Throne Angel drifts close enough for me to lean forward and tuck the card between two of the wheel's spokes. I keep my voice low, almost intimate, the way you'd say something meant only for one person. "You have excellent posture, senior. Very sturdy." I slide through the fourth-floor balcony railing before he can process that. Behind me, I hear absolutely nothing for three full seconds. Then Raphael, dry as old parchment, "The Death God has unconventional taste." The Throne Angel makes a sound I have never heard a divine being make before. --- In the morning I find Goblin before class and hand back seventy credits to him.

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

“The Gatekeeper is becoming restless.” “Gatekeeper?” Anna frowns. “Mhmm.” Cassandra turns towards her cell. “The Gods aren’t just sealed, ya know,” she explains. “There’s a gatekeeper who’s keeping them at bay. The Gatekeeper is a God himself, cursed with the duty to keep his kins at bay. He was once the God of Dimensions, the one who traveled all throughout the world to seek out enemies using his parallel paths. He can open several dimensions and sneak up on people to kill them. When the Gods were defeated, the Moon Goddess bound him to Veneer to protect the seal. If he tries to break the seal or escape from Veneer, he’ll die. You see, he lost his powers to travel through dimensions. He can

I’m a graveyard. Nyssa rises, gestures to the black flame. It twists, reshaping into a blade— Long, jagged, veined with cracks of violet. “The Godsbane,” she says. “The weapon that ends thrones.” The blade floats toward me like it knows my name. When I touch the hilt, the cavern dims. The Forsworn kneel. Not to the blade. To me. And for one awful second, I understand Elara. Power doesn’t feel like strength.

------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" So if one species has more land than the other making their god more powerful, wouldn't that be tipping the balance?" V3" It would be which is why Givendale created Leighdal so that he would stay the one true God even though all the land had been returned to their respective owners. He is the God of Peace and he wants to keep the world in perfect harmony. This is what inspired Misaki to create us and help keep it that way." -----------------------------------------------------------------------

The siren’s head hit the deck as Gavriel swiftly decapitated it with his sword. “Kill all of them and throw their bodies back into the ocean,” Gavriel growled. Then he turned to his men and added with authority, “We have only one covenant, and that is to trust and serve the one true God who created heaven and earth. He commands that all darkness be destroyed. Any creature that comes from, or worships, demons or the devil must be eliminated without hesitation.” His words rang with absolute conviction. “You are making a mistake! You will regret this!” one of the sirens shouted.

He was in a place that should not exist. An underground world—black rock veined with glowing silver sigils; rivers of liquid moonlight; vast structures half-ruined, half-alive, pulsing like the organs of a slumbering beast. The Godgrave. The place where the ancient vessels were forged. Where gods were broken. Where power was born and recycled like a living cycle of death. Kael’s heart hammered. Aria was somewhere in this nightmare. He sniffed the air— —and froze. Her scent was everywhere.

“If you don’t do it now, I will kill all of you the same way I did to this man and then replace each one of you with new lords and elders. Do you understand me?” Gideon gulped, his hands trembling as he glanced at the other elders. None of them dared to meet my gaze. “Very well,” he muttered, defeated. The elders scrambled to prepare the ceremonial items, their hands shaking as they laid them out. The Oath Staff, an ancient relic of our pack, was placed in Elder Gideon’s hands. He approached me cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper as he began the coronation rites.

Elio frowned in deep contemplation. “What is this True God's Hammer? It should be quite valuable if he’s willing to use it as an exchange with me. If the price is good, I can consider this deal.” Although Elio looked like a simple and honest old man, Philip had to take his own interests as the standard. “The True God's Hammer is a legendary weapon. It was said that only people who have reached the level of a true god have the right to touch this weapon!

Chelsa slid the papers back into the folder, handing them back to me, and stood up. "You know, angels. In the Bible, angels helped guide people towards God and gifted them with the Ten Commandments, aka God's law. Vampires mirrored the Ten Commandments into their own twisted ones onto a galena ore; which is often used for lead. It's beautiful but so very deadly," "Do you know these commandments?" "Of course," Chelsa smiled.