The Gavel Of God Novels & Stories

"He wants to fuck our asses on your sacred altar, Ana. Don't you, Father? You want to sin where your God is watching?" Gabriel clutched the cross on his chest, his fingers trembling, his clerical collar already loose, useless. "This is..." he began, but his voice failed, swallowed by the heat rising through his body, his cock hardening beneath the cassock. "This is an unforgivable sacrilege."

He sensed me immediately, turning around with a look of immense relief. Gaven didn't wait for me to speak. He crossed the room in two long strides, his large hands framing my face as he pressed a lingering kiss to my brow. "The house felt empty without your spirit," he murmured against my skin. "Was your journey successful?" I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. "The Oracle spoke, Gaven. She told me of a prophecy... a child of our blood will be the one to bring the Gods to their knees." Gaven went quiet. He sat on the edge of our bed, resting his face in his hands as he processed the news. When he finally looked up, he wasn't wearing a look of fear. He was wearing a wide, radiant

Elara asked, her voice hoarse. Vesper didn’t answer. He simply looked past her, toward the center of the realm. A throne sat in the distance, sculpted from obsidian and glass, humming with power. And bound to it in chains of golden fire… was the god. It wasn’t a monster. It looked like a man. Regal. Beautiful. Terrible. Eyes like galaxies met Elara’s. “You woke me,” the god said, his voice silk and thunder. “Now choose.” “Choose what?” Kael growled.

Even the slightest reflection off the engraved chalice felt like a laser etching of Caleb's immortal essence into an eternal legend. "Caleb," Harris roared, catching the newly minted deity in his steely stare, "you wanted this more severe than anything on this entire stank planet. Now, come over here and receive your coronation; you were too much of a bad dog to leave to anyone else's ambition."

He picks it, right on his palm a transparent glass jar. Apollo watches as the dark god place the organ inside the jar. “What have you done?” his voice shaking. Still in disbelief because it happened to her wife. He didn’t expect that the moment they about to sleep, Laurel suddenly become quiet, breaking its bones and transform into a wild, enormous dog.

She said, looking down to see what his hands were doing. Gabriel held her on top of him as he paddled to the back of the boat. He lifted her onto the swimming platform and got up onto it too. "Welcome aboard The Drummer's Beat." "I thought you were supposed to call ships after women?" Millie asked. "I can always sell this one and buy one and call her Millie." Millie laughed. "Does that mean I could launch her and break a bottle of champagne over her?" "No, absolutely not, what a waste if bubbles!" Gabriel scoffed. "I'm sure we could launch her some other way." He said, sliding his hand up her thigh.

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 look through her. The Veil has split over the mortal forest. The edges writhe like exposed nerve. Light and shadow fuse into a colour no god has ever named. When the voice comes, the Mirror hums so violently that the gold inlay on the table rattles like teeth. > “THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END.” The god of war’s iron fist dents wood. The goddess of oaths flinches. The Pale Judge doesn’t blink. If it were just Fate, I would know where to stand. Fate is the architect that hides its chain in the mortar. Fate is the law you hate but still obey.

… In the Hall of Death of Nether Heaven, the God of Death, Goyard, gazed through the Divine Order's Eye, watching three figures pass through the spatiotemporal path into Nether Heaven. "Well, well, at a time like this, there are still people who can ascend from Dark and Light Heaven to Nether Heaven. Three at once too. Truly incredible!" He resembled a skeleton with wings on his back. He stood over ten feet tall, holding a long death scythe in his hands. "These are all Divine Order seeds. What would you know? In times of great chaos like these, we need such prodigies to withstand the current tribulation," said another God of Death, Barya, who was speaking with him.

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r