The Judgement Day Novels & Stories

Dad noticed and turned his attention to him. "Ah, Sebastian. Allow me to explain what these judgements entail," Dad said, his voice taking on that smooth, charismatic tone he used when he was about to launch into a lecture. "You see, not all souls have a predetermined destination. Some fall into a... grey area, if you will." I leaned back in my chair, watching Sebastian's face as Dad continued. His eyes were wide, drinking in every word. "We'll be sentencing those tricky cases," Dad explained. "Souls that don't quite fit the mold for heaven or hell. And then there are the troublemakers – those with minor punishments who've decided to misbehave since they were placed."

he replied. Tears welled as I stared at the document, playing my part to perfection. The staff member softened. "Please, reason with the lady. Death's final. Best to mourn with dignity." I nodded, approaching Evelyn to tug her away. She whirled, shoving me away. I stumbled and fell to the ground. She grabbed the staff member by the collar, her voice sharp with fury. "Open the furnace now! My son isn't dead yet! Open it!" The staff member froze, but he couldn't lay a hand on her. He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished."

An eight years old kid facing a place with nothing but ruins and ashes as well as spooky whispering on the air was a horror that could put you in trauma for a life time. His dad gave him his first task and that was to harvest a soul when he didn’t even know how to do it. He was left there alone in the middle of the crossroad. There’s nothing much has changed. The cold paved road with some sand, the bleak sky, spooky atmosphere, some crumbled old buildings, wandering spirits and whispering of hatreds and regrets. These are the true form of Judgment Road and only demons, angels, or guardians can see it.

‘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?”

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.”

He scooped Melody into his arms and looked down at me, high and mighty. "Rosalia, you've gone too far this time. Stay here and think about what you've done." With that, he carried Melody away. Over his shoulder, she shot me a smug look. The sea breeze howled at me, chilling me to the bone. The island was completely desolate. Being left here was a death sentence. Just then, a familiar voice echoed in my head. "Five days until you exit this world." A bitter smile touched my lips. Maybe this was for the best. I was going to disappear anyway… Slipping away quietly like this might just be easier!

Every face was tense and exhaust with the situation. Yes, the fiercest night is here. The night was festive for the evils but a moan day for the angel forces. The night is quite far away, but the burning sun has already announced about the Red Moon Night. The evils are dancing while the saints and angels are worrying about their lives. It would be judgment day for the demons and wolve realms. The day turns the death alarm for all the humans. They are unaware of the upcoming danger. Becky looked at the screen from time to time, while serving her customers with the chilled Pina Coladas and margaritas.

I fired. “You should be grateful you aren't dead, because any minute from now you'll be called upon for judgment.” Called upon for judgment? I wondered to myself. “What judgment?” “You'll be sentenced to death by hanging for trespassing. Maybe next time, you'll have to learn how to mind your roads.” I staggered back, leaving the door to my position. I was beginning to wonder if I had made a mistake fleeing, or if I had only ended up to my doom. Was I too forward in my decision? Because for no reason I was going to be killed any moment from now.