The Gavel Of God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself! The Goddess. The Great Mother. A sacred vow that can never be broken.” The pages are delicate and thin. I carefully turn the page to see what wisdoms await me. A soft knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. I quickly hide the book as I hear the lock begin to turn.

Something just changed, I know that for certain. “The G-Gate of the Gods,” Aviva says, standing, looking down at me with a pink sheen covering her cheeks like she’s embarrassed, maybe even a little nervous to be speaking to my aunt and uncle. “It’s a–well. The legends are all different, I guess. In most, the gate is a depthless well where the demons who hunted the Goddess and Her people were thrown and sealed inside, long ago. I don’t know about the other legends, uhm, because it’s bad luck to talk about it.” “Why?” Ryatt asks in a clipped tone that sends a shiver down my own spine.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

But they have never been so needed as they are now. Godric was in his room, had helped distribute the food, since the flood of believers and those seeking protection had not left the monastery since then. It wasn't too bad for the blue-haired man to help out. He liked doing it and at the same time encouraged every single person he gave food to. But Godric wondered what the future would be. In hours like these, when he could relax in his room, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind. If he hadn't broken the seal, none of this would have happened. Great guilt lay on the Father's heart. When his gaze slid to the bowl where the food for Lucifer was, Godric made up his mind. Determined, he went to

In a moment, he opened the chambers, and found that it was Goddess Eily, without her attendants. She shut the door as soon as she got in, her face was so pallid and her breathing was almost windless. “Run!” Her body had suddenly turned ablaze. She turned around and sent a massive amount of air into the door, keeping it shut despite the pounding of several hundred hands against it. In a second, Gavil had transformed into his beast form, occupying the space in between the goddess and the seemingly dangerous door, which was about to burst open despite the goddess’ magic.

The knowledge he held their lives in his hands and that of the entire race. The questions went unanswered for some time. The God had no obligation to reply to the queries of an insolent mortal who dared to try and meet his eyes. Slaves and lesser creatures kept their heads low and the quiet only enhanced their terror. Gesturing for Ash to stay still, Isaac's hand closed about the scarab and took a bold step forward. The fear that flowed so fiercely through the veins of his colleagues didn't seem to affect him. The aura from the gem had throbbed in his hand spurred him onward, giving an assurance of safety that he felt he had known once before.

My expression was grim, as my eyes blazed with determination. "The scroll contains the one thing Belzebub doesn't have," Gabriel quietly said. "The heavenly scriptures, the divine message of God, and the good news of the gospels. These are the weapons we need to defeat him." With a swift motion, the scroll unraveled, revealing the scriptures in a language that seemed almost divine. Our combined form stood ready, our body glowing with a fierce determination. The battle against Belzebub, the Prime Prince of demons, was about to begin.

“He died. I saw him fall.” Altheya’s voice trembled. “He did. But something brought him back.” Auren’s jaw clenched. “No. Something used him.” The god’s voice rippled across dimensions. “The hinge has been tested. The flame has chosen, Now the broken one shall return… as my vessel.”

CHAPTER 133 Something cracked. A soft sound at first, like glass being tapped by a nail. But then it spread—deep and sharp—through the world, through the sky, through the heavens. Crack. Crack. Crack. Nihareth stood at the edge of the Gate of Dawn, a massive glowing arch made of pure divine crystal. It shimmered in white and gold, humming with the energy of the gods. His long cloak billowed behind him. Black mist moved with his steps. Around him, his cult stood silently—hooded, faceless, loyal.

I said to him and he teleported us out of the water in an instant. The goddess could draw powers from the earth, from shifters, from the moon. That was what I was hoping to use. At the crater of the volcano where we currently stood, we were so close to the sky. I focused inward, forgot about my worry, forgot about the information in my head that I couldn’t make heads or tails of. I focused only on the still body in my arms. I felt Gavrael through our bond. There was nothing he could do without access to the god powers, but he shared whatever power he had right now with me through our bond to help me try and achieve this. I held on to it and tried to draw essence from the moon’s light.