The Judgement Day Novels & Stories

"The new wolf coronation is two weeks out. The arrangements are in place but the messenger needs to know if it is proceeding so the news can spread properly through the pack and the surrounding territories." "Move it to next week and send the messenger today." He nodded. "And the criminals in the dungeon. The pack is asking questions. People are making noise about the judgement taking too long." "Tomorrow evening," I said. "The judgement sits tomorrow. Everyone is expected to attend. Anyone absent without valid reason pays a fine. Make sure that is communicated clearly." "Understood." He dipped his head and walked back the way he had come. I collected the document from my chambers and turned

A single tear cuts a track through the dust on his cheek. He turns away. Leaves. The door clangs shut behind him. A new guard enters later. Tall. Armored. Face hidden behind a helm shaped like a snarling saint. He speaks slowly, exaggerating each word so even a deaf child might read his lips: *Trial in two days.* *Judgment.* *Execution by pyre.* *For raising the dead.* He doesn’t wait for a response. Doesn’t expect one. He leaves. Five days.

I was pushed forward, forced to see the wooden platform, the terrible, sharp-edged shape waiting there. My father stood tall, his gaze finding mine in the sea of hate. He didn’t look away. “Be strong, Freya!” he yelled, his voice booming over the crowd one last time. The glint of sunlight on falling steel. A wet, final thud. The cheering that followed was worse than the screaming. And the blood… so much blood, pooling and dripping between the wooden planks, so red and so… wrong. I jerked upright in my bed, a scream trapped in my throat, my heart trying to punch its way out of my ribs.

Well, if I would really nag. Only if I knew what exactly happened that night, I'd probably cry my ass out. Well, just look what happened to me now that I found out. I'm twice doleful as you were from the first night since that strange day happened. Lifeless yet alive. It felt like I lost a purpose in life, but I couldn't end my own life, so I end up just going with the flow in life. Like I have no choice. Cimmerian it is. "Have you checked the whole house?" I threw him a confused look as we keep walking. This time, we turned to our right when we reached the end of the aisle.

Vampires and werewolves alike are spilling each other’s blood until the forest ground and the clearing sparkle a shimmering red as it interacts with the moonlight’s glow. Zarek stands over me, his shadow casting a stretched silhouette across my body. “At the end of the day, you’re no different than they are!” Zarek pauses to catch his breath and continues. “You’ve got the power to be more than just another alpha. There’s greatness in you, but your mind is weak, and now here you lie, withering like a bad experiment. Not too long now, though. I’m your judgment day. You will die by my hand. Right here! Right now!”

He told me. There were many, too many to be judged in a day, and how did his men even manage to win them all without actually killing? "Do you say you will judge them tomorrow?" "Yes, all of them." "Wow, that's a hell of work." Kai chuckled, "It's not something that big, it's something that could be done within a minute. They all committed the same offence, remember?" "Oh, yeah! Why are they not talking then?" "Their tongues are gone for now, they will grow them back before tomorrow and that is why their judgment will be after it grows so that they can tell us what they know before they're sentenced."

' 'What do you mean you can't help any of them? Juliette? ' What truth we refuse to believe,' she said, turning her gaze back upon Ethan. Her eyes were glassy with fear and I drew back from it, not understanding and yet feeling her terror as if it was an infection that had seeped from her body into mine. 'The Last Judgement is upon us,' she whispered, almost in a daze. She was mad. She had to be. Nothing she said was making any sense now and my anger flared at her refusal to help, when it was clear she was upset about the prospect of what Ethan was about to do.

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

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.