The Judgement Day Novels & Stories

Of all the words, is that how Alpha looks at her now? "I have a meeting. I need to go." She didn't wait for her response and rushed herself out. Her tears fell. Whore? That's absurd! Why does it seem like the people you thought would be the ones to understand you, would be the ones to judge you? Bea knows exactly what she had done and that's unforgivable for sure. She regretted it but, she was just too desperate to be with Austin at that time. She may not be able to turn back time and undo what she did, but can't someone at least is on her side, even if she's wrong? Can't at least someone stay without judging her?

She looked at Derek. His own eyes, still burning with determination even though he was hurt, reflected her own horror and shock. They both felt that moment of wordless comprehension that every second now counted. The stranger went on, "Three days from now, judgment will be upon you. Until then, you need to prepare and gather your spread light. Only thus can you try to overcome the darkness that will cover you.".

‘We are still going. The date was set just three months from now, when Atlas and I would finally visit the Day Court. I had heard rumors about the dazzling sunrise, the rocky cliffs, and the seemingly endless jungles that held its fair share of beautiful and horrifying creatures. According to Nicki, who had spent months researching the cultures of the Day Court, Atlas and I would be arriving just in time for the Festival of Flame. A celebration that mapped the sun’s journey across the sky, along with the blistering heat that it carried.

“The Judgment Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is incomplete. Your hollowness is its flaw, your glow its hope. Choose its truth, or it unravels.” Kade’s roar was fierce, his claws slashing at the air, his love for Jessica a fire in his soul. “Unravel? She’s the reason this nexus exists! You don’t get to judge her!” Veridias’s presence pulsed, unshaken, its voice a gentle blade. “Judgment is not punishment. It is truth. The nexus is balance, but balance breaks without purpose. Your hollowness, Jessica, is the question: can you define the nexus, or will it consume you?”

Funny how the tables have turned. It is judgment day, and another sinner has earned her divine violence.

I had kept it intact on purpose, like a lamp kept burning for a reason you've stopped letting yourself examine. The man who crossed the hall toward me had that face. But whatever had always lived behind it — the part I had kept the lamp burning for — was gone. "Get up, Vera." His voice was flat. "Today is your judgment day." Two Black Guard rushed forward without hesitation. They grabbed my arms and hauled me to the platform. "I'm sick—" I started. "Sick." He cut me off. "You're sick because ten years of guilt has been eating you alive."

Ethan growled so loud the porch shook. Dante, Luca, and Eli burst out the door behind us. Cassian’s smile never moved. “Time is short, little Omega. The judgment begins at the next moon. Be there.” He got back in the SUV. The vehicle started and they drove away. I stood frozen, but Ethan grabbed my hand. Luca whispered, “We just ran out of time.”

But another part worried this might be the thing that finally sent him running for the hills. Either way, it was going to be one hell of a show. Dad turned to me, his eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous light. "Are you looking forward to the judgments, Luella?" I felt a wicked grin spread across my face. "Fuck yes," I replied without hesitation. The thrill of anticipation coursed through me, electric and intoxicating. "You know I love a good judgment day. It's like Christmas, but with more screaming and eternal damnation."

A man in a black cloak, standing quietly in the corner. I met his gaze and gave a single, silent command through our link: Begin. The man gave a slight nod. "Members of the Alliance!" Riven raised his hands high. "You have all seen! This is the fate of a betrayer! For the purity of the Alliance, I propose—" A deafening BOOM shook the plaza to its foundations. The great Totem of Judgment erupted, blasting a pillar of golden light straight into the heavens. A beam of judgment. "What's happening?"

Layla's pov The day of Mark's judgement was finally here. The court would finally convict him of his crime. The courtroom was cold. Not just from the aggressive air conditioning that seeped through the vents, but from the stillness—the kind that made your skin prickle and your heartbeat echo. The kind that wrapped around your ribs and squeezed.