When Judgement Comes For You Novels & Stories

"We're even." Liam suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my arm. "Ava, please!" his voice was choked with sobs. "Come back and help us appeal! We can't accept this verdict!" Can't accept it? I looked at his desperate face and remembered his cold indifference as he personally injected me with the sedative in my past life. "Liam, do you know what a final judgment is?" I asked softly. He froze. "This is the State Supreme Court, Liam," I explained, as if to a child. "There are no do-overs."

“Our brother, Yeshua, for that was his real name, was very clear about judgment. When he said not to judge anyone, he meant anyone for any reason. I am beyond sure that you have no idea why you were born, but you say that you can judge someone else that is not you? That is like telling our brother that he was stupid for not understanding that some guy was going to come in 2,000 years and set the record straight. So, you are saying that you know more than Yeshua did?” Mr. Stenson stared at her. His brow began to sweat a bit. Kelly bit her lip and smiled. Ashley squirmed in her seat, and Jessica was smiling at Isabella knowing that Mr. Stenson was about to get a mental beat down from Isabella.

I curled up in the corner. My claws dug desperately into the ground. My nails cracked and split one by one. I bit and tore at my own hands. I howled and repeatedly crashed into the stone walls. "Sophia! Why did you kill yourself! Why!" Here on the judgment platform, tears wouldn't stop flowing down my face. Blood dripped from my torn claws. It pooled on the stone beneath me. The entire square fell silent. One wolf whispered quietly: "She looks... really suffering?" Another replied: "But she still won't speak. Five years now. She'd rather let herself rot than tell us."

Charles replied. Damn! He's good. I thought that question was going to go a long way in helping us win this case, but he just gave a reply that defended him completely. “He's good. You can't get a confession from him easily,” John said. “You have a point,” I replied. “Three weeks from today, we will take the final judgement. The jury will look into everything said in the court, and we will come to a final judgement,” the judge said. That was it for the day.

Deeper. Older. “Leon…” I whisper. “I know.” His stance changes instantly. More grounded. More focused. Not just reacting now— ready. The figure steps forward again— this time, slower. Intentional. “You feel it, don’t you?” they say. “It’s waking up.” “What is?” I ask. They don’t look at me. Their eyes stay on Leon. “Judgment.” The word lands heavy. Wrong. “This isn’t some test,” Leon snaps.

My existence never meant a thing for anyone. If I die this second… there is not even one soul who will shed a single tear for me. Not a single person will visit my grave… if they even give me a grave in the first place. “Enough.” A voice breaks through the chaos. Beta John’s voice echoes, the crowd settled down. “Please,” I manage, voice cracking. “He’s alive, isn’t he? Tell me he’s alive. Let me see him once. Just once, before—” “Silence,” Karun commands. “The Council has deliberated. Until the king awakens to confirm your innocence, or your guilt, judgment falls upon the evidence before us.”

"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

Chapter 44:I'm holding him here "You will be silent before your betters. You are not required to understand, only to hear our judgement and to receive it." Michael felt anger overcoming fear. "I don't know what you're talking about. What have you done to Julia? Was it your people who attacked my mother?" He took a step forward and two of the goons flanking the judge's throne stepped forward, drawing bulky-looking automatic pistols from under their jackets. "We are the presiding judges of The Council," said the dark figure. "Ours is the power to seek out and pass judgement over all transgressors of the Council's Rule."

The head judge raised her hand to quiet the field and the cube was put in motion “Since you wanted the Five to notice you so badly this is your judgment. We have been asked to assess you as their stand in. We will ask questions and you will answer them as best as you can. Any false word from your mouth will be seen and it will shorten your life. Now let begin“

I try to sit up. "Well, well if it isn't your bastard? She is prettier than I thought. The king will be happy with her." I try to sit up but it's no use. He comes closer until I feel a hand reach and grab a hold of my head by my hair. "Look at me bitch!" He is shaking my head until I feel like my eyes might pop out. "Who? Who are you?" "I'm judgement. It's time for you to come home for your crimes."