The Judgement Day Novels & Stories

“Welcome home.” Zadkiel roared above them, his wings cracked and his light flickering. “You damn yourselves further! Do you even know what you’ve unleashed?” Lucifer looked up at him, his crimson and black eyes glowing like twin suns of ruin. “Freedom.” With a motion of his hand, the ground erupted in crimson fire. Allistair mirrored him, summoning a cyclone of chaos that twisted around Zadkiel’s radiant form. The Seraph of Judgment fought back, his blade of light cleaving through the air, his voice booming with divine wrath. “I am Judgment! I am Heaven’s will made flesh—”

At the end of my watch, I am to wake my replacement, Atella, who still rests in the chamber next to mine. We are never to be awake all at once. But there is one exception–the entire judgment Council must be awakened to make a Final Judgment. “You want to wake them?” Thalan looks confused as he stares at the crystal coffins holding my kin. “But that isn’t possible. They can’t…” “Of course they can,” my words make him pause with uncertainty. “And they will.”

they were all waiting for cosmic judges to decide their fate based on what Caelan and I did or didn't do. No pressure at all. The moon was full tonight, casting silver light through our bedroom window. Looking so beautiful and indifferent, like the universe itself. I stood at the window in one of Caelan's shirts, watching shadows move across the pack grounds as the patrol shifted. Tomorrow at dawn, the Arbiters would render judgment. The given seven days would be complete, and we'd know whether we deserved to exist. Whether humanity deserved access to divine power. Whether... "You're spiraling," Caelan's voice came from the bed, rough with exhaustion but alert. Through our bond, he'd felt my

Dylan breathed out in shock, pinching himself multiple times just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "What is the golden judgement scale?" This is the scale that is used to judge whether the world is evil or good. When activated, everyone would be subjected to judgement according to the evil they've performed, ranging from total obliteration to minor illnesses like headaches and coughs. It is said that the golden judgement scale can also be used between two deities. Its mere existence is a threat to some people, and it has been rumoured to have gotten lost or destroyed during one of the biggest wars of all time. The thought that the scale had been in someone's possession for so long sent shive

Even the healers and scholars had abandoned their wings for this, the largest hearing the realms had ever gathered for. The air carried a mixture of tension and anticipation. A low growl hummed from the crowd like a warning storm on the horizon. Today was Judgment Day. For Damon. For Selene. And for Killian, because though he stood blameless, he would have to face what had been done to him… and by whom. I took my seat beside Killian on the raised platform. His hand found mine beneath the table, strong despite the lingering weakness of his injuries. His thumb brushed my knuckles in small, grounding circles. I knew he wasn’t doing it for himself. He was doing it for me.

Anthony said. Ross said, “Do you still remember what the Death Judge said? That room will become their grave, and everyone will disappear from this world forever. What does the Death Judge mean by disappearing?” “It means that people are dead. It’s not really an important matter, though, right?” Judy said with her eyes wide open. Bowman said, “The most important thing now is how four people will get to press all those ten buttons.” The corner of Ross’s mouth twitched slightly. He had been thinking about the matter for a long time, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

“They are waiting for you either way.” I turned to Yulia. “I will see you inside, and do not worry, I got this.” “I know you do,” She replied. I walked through the entrance of the Hall of Judgement. It was a wide oval space where both the accuser and the accused were to stand to make their case. The big oval space was covered in grey marble stones and was surrounded by high ascending chairs like an ancient roman colosseum. The chairs were filled with no space left. It seemed like all the creatures from all the corners of the world were present to see me fall.

Covered in symbols older than language itself. It resembled a courtroom. A throne room. An execution chamber. All at once. The Architect's voice echoed across reality. "The Judgment shall begin." The words carried power. The city shook. The stars dimmed. Existence itself seemed to listen. Nova felt cold. Very cold. Because something told her this wasn't symbolic. This wasn't a discussion. This was a verdict. And the sentence had already been decided. The First Architect looked toward the Silences. "The First Silence." The sky responded.