The Judgement Day Novels & Stories

"Father and Mother, I am wondering what part of the universe are you establishing your business now? Are you with Lev, Elizabeth, Oren, and Hanna? Is there such a parallel universe as what I had read in the books? Are those real? Metaverse maybe?" "Are you two in heaven now? What is the climate there? Are all of your souls with God now? Or will you all wake up someday from the dead, where you all did die, like what the rabbi said every Sabbath Day, that Jesus will redeem all of the clean and faithful ones, and go with Him in the promised land?" "I think a parallel universe is more plausible than that of the Judgement Day you all are talking about. I believe in

Heavy. My eyelids felt so heavy as I tried to open them, and that smell, I cannot stand such a foul and putrid smell. It smelt of death and destruction and it was one of the worst smells I have ever encountered in my existence thus far. I couldn’t hear anything for a few seconds, and then bit by bit sound slowly crept back in. Screams from all over, what is wrong with th- OH that’s right! The plane crashed. My thoughts immediately focused on Candice, and my eyes flew open frantically looking around the wreckage. This just shouldn’t happen to people and yet ever since I found out my time here on Earth is almost up, strange things have been taking place. “CANDICE!”, I yelled her name hoping s

I stood in the defendant's seat in Scumbag Court as a bailiff put the memory-retrieval helmet on me. The judge, Aiden Faire, mechanically informed me of the precautions, "Once the Judgement Helmet has been worn, you'll be deemed guilty if you back out midway. Your life will be forfeit. Are you sure you wish to put on the helmet, Hanson Quill?" My heart did not waver in the slightest. I nodded firmly. Charlene Weber looked at me with a trace of guilt in her eyes.

Ariana’s POV My judgement day had finally arrived. What waited for me down that path? Heaven or Hell? What had the moon goddess decided for me? I held my breath, shutting my eyes briefly as I focused on calming myself. I’d been dreaming of this day for so long it being in front of me felt like a fever dream. It still didn’t feel real, but I knew it was. The heartbeat of beginning thrummed in my chest, letting me know this was the day the skies had chosen. I stood, amidst twenty others, as we were the ones who had made it to the finals.

he replied "so how does judgement work? " I asked. "you're deeds will be scaled, if the good out weighs the bad, you will be sent to Argon the after life by the sun, if not, the realm of Set realm, were vigra is near " he finished . I nodded, I couldn't help but feel sad that I wouldn't be able to see my child when she comes into the world, or Anna again. I wondered where she was, was she alone? I knew she must have gone to Abigail's cottage in the mountains.

Mother and Elizabeth didn’t need any additional trouble. James finished what remained in his cup and immediately stood. “You best be resting now. I will need your presence tomorrow,” he said. My brows furrowed as I stood from my chair. As James headed to the door, I asked, “What will you need me for?” James stopped as he held onto the door handle. He turned his head to me and replied, “Tomorrow is judgement day for Bethilda. Seeing that she also did something against you, I need you there.”

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

The day that would decide everything. The day pack members would speak. Would support her or condemn her. The day Marcus and Erik would hear the truth. Whatever that truth was. She got up. Got dressed. Prepared herself. Today was judgment day. And she'd face it the same way she'd faced everything else. Standing tall. Unbroken. Unafraid. With her mate beside her and her pack behind her. Day two. Ready or not. Here it came.

But now, the people gathered not in fear, but in hope. Ezekiel, now reappointed and redeemed, walked up to them, a scroll in hand. "The final judgment was read this morning. Catherine and the Elder have been stripped of every authority. The high court found them guilty not only of spiritual manipulation but of conspiracy to murder. They will face exile and—" "Death," Arthur finished, quietly. "One way or the other." Isabella looked at the horizon, her heart soft yet solemn. "Let the Lord decide their end. Vengeance belongs to Him."

the audience began to chant. Indeed, the court was just like a game of chess… “DEATH! DEATH DEATH! DEATH!” …And Jeremiah just learned the most valuable lesson about it… “DEATH! DEATH DEATH! DEATH!” …one single mistake, then it might lead him to an utter defeat. Jayden stood up from his throne and began to say his verdict, “Jeremiah the slave, I announce you guilty as charged and by the day after tomorrow, you will be beheaded in public for your sin!”