Twisting Scripture Novels & Stories

No wonder Lucrezia had gone to such lengths to make sure her daughter didn't end up with this man. "Do you, Sofia De Luca take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, baring all others until death do you part?" The priest asked. The man's hand tightened around mine and I blinked at him, tempted to say no and just escape from all of this. But Tricia's life was on the line. I had no doubt that she would die if I made the wrong move. "I do." "Do you, Roman Moretti-"

"So, I've decided to listen to the Moon Goddess' guidance and your advice. I shall abort this pup, remarry, and start a new life." Andre's face twisted in sudden disbelief.

mused a renowned philosopher, his words capturing the essence of their scholarly pursuits. In the Athenian Senate, the twist introduced by Elysium became a focal point of debates. Quoted conversations among senators oscillated between those eager to embrace the seer's guidance and others hesitant to align their political strategies with what they perceived as mystical interpretations. "We must tread carefully. The twists of cosmic prophecy should not become a tool for manipulation within these walls," cautioned a senator, voicing the concerns of those wary of allowing mystical forces to shape political decisions.

“And if she’s using physical conduits, there must be texts that describe counter-rituals. The old priests wrote about spiritual cleansing. Possession-breaking.” “Possession?” The word burned in my throat. Lira nodded slowly. “That’s what this is, Damon. The first thread of it.” Rayna exhaled, steady but cold. “Then we find the thread and cut it before she weaves the rest.” “Somewhere in this library,” Lira said, scanning the endless shelves, “there’s a volume called ‘Divine Inversions.’ It’s one of the oldest texts on corrupted bindings. Half myth, half manual. I haven’t read it yet; the last archivist sealed it after the war of the twin gods. Thanks to Wendrah we have it here. But if the se

The voice made me remember a verse our pastor used as a sermon in the bible the last time I attended the evening bible study that always takes place every Tuesday. I can recall the verse very well that says, "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Take therefore the whole armour of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand, therefore, with your loins girt with truth and your breastplate of righteousness on. And with the preparation of the gospel of peace on your feet;

Ajax starts loosening up his clothes. "You don’t really know what's happening to Erin?" "And why are you asking as if you know my human?" a hint of irritation is present in Ajax’s voice. Also, a hint of jealousy. "Seriously.." Cross shook his head before turning into the aisle. "Now it's my time to do my part." he said as he licked his lips looking at them each til his eyes landed on a familiar face standing. "Whatever I'm leaving." "Ajax! The ceremony isn't coming to its end—!!"

he turned to me and I looked at him. "Yes?" He revolved his chair and placed his foot on the desk and signalled me to near him. "My laces for some reason got untied," he smirked and he, himself untied his tied laces. "Tie them!" He ordered me, and I only stared at him in disbelief. Is he serious right now? "Okay well, you know what I'm not going to wait here till Christmas. Do it!" He grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him.

She was pushing me to get inside the circle. "Okay-okay," I walked into the circle and she went in front of me and walked in a circular motion then sat the inside so I sat too. An old huge paper flew from above and stopped in front of me. There were words written in red ink in there. It might be the chant to perform the ritual of Craft Awakening. "Should I read this?" She nodded so I turned my gaze back to the paper. "I Zenith Adams, accepting the power of witchcraft." Then the circle around me turned blue, soon I saw my body floating. A beautiful shiny blue smoke was dancing around me, they formed into snowflakes of different sizes.

It was only fair to call him old man. He lept out of his throne before, I could blink and came behind me, holding both my wrists in one hand and tugged them down so I was sitting on my heels. I felt the unmistakable cold metal of a knife against my artery. "Now, confess your sin." I tilted my head up and looked at him incredulously, then narrowed my eyes at him. "I have done no such thing. I haven't committed any sin." I said with false bravado, but one of his hands landed in my hair, twisting the red roots and and arching my head up even further. Now I was really scared.

The air between us was so thick with sexual tension and I mentally groaned before making up my mind. Jesus Christ! Fuck staying away! I grabbed her face and claimed her lips, pushing her against the door. She responded immediately and pushed her body towards me, running her hands all over my biceps and I pulled her closer by her tiny waist while she wrapped her arms around my neck. She smelled like apples and berries, making me drool instantly. I slid my tongue while my left hand pushed her skirt up, tracing her sexy smooth skin while she moaned against my mouth, making me smile and my lips went down from her jaw to her neck.