The Judgement Day Novels & Stories

I reply. “Yes.” Silence stretches, dense with implication. “If Death continues in this orientation,” I say carefully, “my ability to see through him will continue to degrade.” “Yes.” “And the weave will not warn me.” “No.” Judgment does not frame this as threat. He does not frame it as error. He frames it as fact. “What do you intend?” I ask. Judgment considers me for a long moment. “Nothing,” he says. “Yet.” The word carries weight. “This remains within allowance,” he continues. “But allowance does not negate consequence.”

"I wanted to celebrate with you and make it special. But instead, you're lying here, and I don't know if you can even hear me." My throat tightened. "Please wake up. Please come back. I can't do this much longer without you." The hours passed slowly until finally, Eric's voice sounded in my mind. *It's time. The judgement is ready.* I stood reluctantly, pressing a kiss to Lyra's forehead. "I'll be back soon. I promise." *** The main hall was packed with villagers when I arrived. They'd come from all corners of the territory to witness the judgement of the traitors.

My fears were instantly confirmed when I did, it was my father who had sounded the summon bell, and he was sitting on the throne which used to be his, and to my horror, he was holding the judgement staff. It was called the judgement staff but it was used only when a pack member is condemned for a crime that is punishable by death. Our eyes met just then, and even though I tried not to show it, my heart stopped beating at once. When it resumed beating about two seconds later, I feared my chest would rip open, and my heart would fall to the ground. The sound of my heartbeat sounded loudly in my ears, and I was sure if anyone was close to me enough, they would hear it.

“You can’t crumble forever, my daughter. Judah wouldn’t want that. He chose you for a reason. Remember who you are.” *** Then came the twenty-first day, which was 25th of January - the Will-reading day. Mr. Claybourne arrived in his usual charcoal suit, his eyes even more sunken than before, carrying the sealed envelope marked with Judah's handwriting. The room was dimly lit, the air dense with expectation and quiet ache. They all sat around Fedora—Aika on one side, her mother on the other. The lawyer cleared his throat, his voice soft but steady. “As requested by Judah Carlstone, this will is to be read twenty-one days after his burial. His words, as he wrote them, will now be read aloud.”

Chapter 3 Celene's POV They dragged me into the judgement hall, and I realised a couple of pack members, the judgement council, and Dad Valerie were already gathered there. They all had accusatory and judging expressions as they cast sidelong glances at me. The guards asked me to kneel. "Dad, what's going on?" I yelled, frustration getting the best part of me. He didn't even bother answering me as he faced the people present. "Today, I lost my second daughter, Ella!"

The next morning, Chaewon stood before the twelve heirs again. Her voice didn’t shake. “This is the last time I ask.” She looked each of them in the eye. “We either purge this empire together—or watch it consume everything we love.” She voiced, tightly. The Latin heir stood first. Followed by the twins. Then the others—One by one. Until only Ezra’s seat was empty. Jian walked to her side. “You really think we can change this?” Chaewon looked toward the horizon. Haon stood in the garden again, with a straight face. Drawing something new. A sword and below it he writes: “Judgment.” She nodded. “It’s already begun.”

This is the price I paid just to come back and see you because I am truly dead. As bottle after bottle of strong liquor washed over my wounds until my flesh turned pale and raw, I shivered from the excruciating pain. Yet, the onlookers watching showed no sympathy at all as they continued to mock me. “Hey, Greg. I heard high-proof alcohol catches fire instantly. Why don’t we try it out on her?” “Since she’s already rotting away like this, if she actually catches fire, wouldn’t it just burn all those nasty germs away?”

Magnus Jordan POV Dear Magnus Jordan, The Council informed me that I could no longer stay at this institution and that I should bring my belongings and leave the area immediately. You should no longer be considered a shadow hunter anymore until your day of judgment, which is in four days. There the chief council will assess you and determine if you will rejoin our society. You betrayed your own kind by removing and violating not one but two of the Council ​​Laws by going to the place of Werewolves without informing the Council beforehand and having a relationship with an Alpha werewolf. Therefore you do not belong to any group and so far are a rogue. I expect better from you Magnus Jordan, I

I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. "So what do you suggest?" I asked. Another elder stood up and bowed his head. "Tomorrow will be the day of judgement for every criminal in the pack and for you to address the people." he looked at his fellow elders and continued. "I think you should announce your marriage to your mate."

“You’re saying humans are becoming something else.” The shadow’s glowing eyes flickered. Becoming what you were before. Maria felt cold all over. “Before what?” she asked. The Keeper did not answer right away. The sky grew darker. The cracks spread wider. The massive eye began closing slowly. “Judgment will begin.” Helios’s flames flared weakly. “Judgment of what?!” “Existence.” The word hit like thunder. Maria’s heart nearly stopped. Morrow grabbed her hand suddenly. “If it decides we’re unstable…” Morrow whispered.