When Judgement Comes For You Novels & Stories

"He doesn't deserve to walk free!" The judge's gavel pounded against the wooden desk, a sharp rap that echoed through the room like thunder. "Order in the court!" he bellowed, his voice commanding attention. "I will not tolerate any disruptions!" Timothy clenched his fists, his jaw set with determination as he waited for the judge's decision. Every second felt like an eternity, the weight of his fate pressing down on him like a leaden weight. But as the judge delivered his ruling, a wave of relief washed over him like a tidal wave.

Is only the living that has hope but the dead has nothing except judgement. Cherry was locked up in prison after her case was charged to court and judgement was passed on her. She was sentenced to many years in prison even after she pleaded. She was crying and asking me and Ohio to forgive her but her case was neither in my hand nor in the hand of Ohio. She blames the devil for making her go the extra mile just to hurt me.

Tomorrow judgment awaits me in the middle of town and by the glint in his eyes there is no chance of him sparing me. "Usually it's death," her voice said as I looked up to see her sitting on her bunk bed. "What?" I inquired, taken aback and confused. "From what he said you killed his mother, you won't be judged, don't get your hopes high there is no hope nor judgment. You will be killed in the middle of town, burnt or stoned like a witch. The only mercy you might get is being hanged. That way it's not too much pain." She rose from her position with her hands behind her.

I glanced at Caleb and I could see that he was also grinning from ear to ear. Catherine had a look of shock on her face as she tried to object but the judge raised his hand and called for order and took off his glasses. “That is my judgment. If you have a problem with it, you can file for another case. And if you don't do as the court says, you'll be arrested for charges way worse than these.” He spoke curtly and I felt extreme joy in my heart. We did it! It felt like a dream but we freaking did it!

“You stood here because the world needed you. Because there were things worse than war. Worse than men. Worse than what sleeps beneath the roots of forgotten places.” The Judge stepped back. One step. Ash whirled around its feet like wind caught in a breath that didn’t exist. Arielle’s voice rose behind me, not words, but a sound like thread pulling through bone. Like a seam tightening. “You are not execution,” I said. “You are judgment.” And still it hesitated. Theron coughed somewhere behind me. “Lucian… if you’re going to talk it to death, do it faster.” I stepped forward, heart hammering.

I swear the judge looked straight at me when he says it. “We are not looking for who hits hardest. We are looking for who fights smart. Who can dominate without losing control. Who knows when to stop.” Okay, that one was definitely meant for me. My pulse kicks harder in my throat. Well fuck you judge. I roll my shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension in my muscles. This is it. Three weeks of being watched. Judged. Weighed. And in a few hours, half of us won’t be standing here anymore.

Morning broke. Judgment day.

he said. I blinked. My chest tightened. “Then what is it?” I asked. He swallowed. “It’s a judge.” My skin went cold. A judge. Not a weapon. Not a tool. A judge. It made my mind race, because I knew what a judge did. It decided who lived. It decided who died. It decided who was guilty. It decided who was innocent. And the spine was deciding me. “Why does it judge?” I demanded. “Who built it to do that?”

"It is true that I'm a Third. I was brought here under false pretenses and judged without an opportunity to prove myself. Then I was handed a death sentence." "And tell why you were judged unfit, human!" Kaniji demanded.

William nodded, “Couldn’t ask for more. The kids have been a blessing too. I won’t have to worry about them. They’ll do fine without me.” He smiled at Yvonne, “So what happens next? Do we spend the rest of eternity together?” Yvonne laughed but her laughter was cut short by a crackling of lightning, followed by the deafening sound of thunder. They both looked out the window and marvelled at the downpour. “Unfortunately, I’ll be leaving for good come tomorrow. As I said, I came to bid you farewell.” “But we’re both dead….”, William didn’t understand. “We all get 7 days to say our goodbyes. Then we’ll truly disappear from this place and move on to the afterlife. Who’s to know? We might meet ag