The Gavel Of God Novels & Stories

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

"You talk like a prophet of God, sir. Have you spoken to God before?" "No!" Blackwheel replied firmly, feeling amused. "But I have heard a lot about him. It seems like he is a good man who cares a lot about his followers." "He is more than a good man. He is perfection! He sees more than we can ever see! He smells danger even when we are busy complaining about his attitude and silence. God is love, sir! Now, if you don't mind, I would love to hear what you wanted to say about God's appearance."

Is this a bad omen? Soft creaks from the bed signified that the god has left its warm comforts. He stretched his toned arms, rolling his head once or twice, then he followed it with the usual path to get towels and prepare for a bath. He is to visit his company after all. The product of his blood, sweat, and tears. His own realm. A haven he can call his own.

Let the Love of the Father, with precious blood of your son, Jesus and with the pleasing fellowship of the Holy Spirit be upon us, I pray, Amen. As I opened my eyes, I felt the mercy of the Lord renewing me every morning. I was fine now. I grabbed my pen and started scribbling the sermon outline with verse God had impressed to my soul. God’s people had to listen how the message would be transformed them in spirit and truth.

He could see a gemstone decorating the top of the staff, sapphire, if he would have guessed, but that requires a much closer look. Cassana held the staff high in front of her, facing Minos and his companion. Meanwhile, Ashvell stood quietly behind them by the stairs. The redhead recited some words and as soon as the gem on the staff started to glow, the driver drew his dagger out of his belt, laid his arms over Minos' shoulders and pointed the blade on his neck. All before Rei could even react.

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

Then, he dropped to one knee and pressed a reverent kiss on the back of my hand. “Godmother.” Our wedding was held in the rose garden of the fortress. There were no guests from the outside world—only Dad and a few close family elders. Xavier wore a tiny suit that matched mine in color. He was our ring bearer, walking toward us with a big smile on his face. Dad placed my hand in Kane’s and, though his eyes were red, said firmly, “Take good care of her.” Kane nodded solemnly. “I swear on my life.”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

"Show proper respect." "I am a prince of the Federation," Caelum replied quietly, his voice carrying despite its softness. "I kneel for no one but my queen." The guard's grip tightened on his weapon. "You're cattle now, boy. Best remember that." The hall stretched impossibly high, carved from volcanic stone that seemed to drink the light from massive chandeliers. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of vampire victory—humans kneeling, blood flowing like rivers, pale figures standing triumphant over battlefields. The artistry was undeniable, but the message was clear: this was what happened to those who opposed the Crimson Dominion.

They also possess mesmerism, which is the ability to mentally dominate, coerce, and order people to obey his desires upon eye-to-eye contact. Because once a former emperor, Gaius Julius Caesar is extremely intelligent. Among the four oldest vampires, he’s the smartest among the four. He spoke a famous line during World War 4, and that is ‘Let the Game begins’, as a command of his vampire army. After World War 4, he disappeared. It was said that he’s still searching for the demon that cursed him.