When Judgement Comes For You Novels & Stories

“Tell it to someone who doesn’t know you well. I know there is a cock that is making you glow these days. Your parents don’t see that but I can see through you. The phone calls and the smiles are enough for me. I know how hopelessly you are in believing in romance so soon I will be attending your wedding. This one better give you a wedding or we are going to fight. I can even create a criminal record for him and put him to jail for messing with my little sister.” Okay, that was unexpected and a mouthful. I was shocked and scared at the same time. “How …did….you…” “Close your mouth, baby girl. I have been a judge for a long time, so studying people is my job or else we will release criminals

We both knew what that meant. Judgement time.

When I finally do, her eyes are already on me. And there it is again…..that fire. It's not gone nor defeated, just recalibrating. God. She doesn’t lose easily. Neither do I. The judge leans forward and folds his hands. “It's now time for judgement and final verdict,” he says. And just like that, the room holds its breath. And this time, everything feels like it could break.

I had kept it intact on purpose, like a lamp kept burning for a reason you've stopped letting yourself examine. The man who crossed the hall toward me had that face. But whatever had always lived behind it — the part I had kept the lamp burning for — was gone. "Get up, Vera." His voice was flat. "Today is your judgment day." Two Black Guard rushed forward without hesitation. They grabbed my arms and hauled me to the platform. "I'm sick—" I started. "Sick." He cut me off. "You're sick because ten years of guilt has been eating you alive."

"Mommy, Daddy won in our previous life. This time, it's our turn." The day the judgment was issued was bright and sunny. Half the apples on the tree had turned red. Alistair brought out a ladder and climbed up to pick them. I stood below with a basket, catching the fruit as he dropped it. Kayla lay in her stroller beneath the shade of the tree, her eyes following each apple as it fell from the branches into the basket. Suddenly, my phone rang with a call from Taylor. "Ms. Stone, the judgment has been published. Read it yourself. I won't read it out for you because it's more satisfying for you to do it yourself."

Like a child nagging he stuttered as he replied to his own objection. "I refuse to go for judgment." He nagged. But that was only but a mere objection from someone who had no say. "That is not for you to decide. Now, everyone wants to know your end. So we'll do this quick. Donald, for breaking the law, forceful attempt to close the gate, taking the lives of thousands of innocent souls, starting a war and trying to escape judgement. You are therefore condemned for eternity in the lake of fire, hope you enjoy your eternal life in hell."

“The Judgment Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is incomplete. Your hollowness is its flaw, your glow its hope. Choose its truth, or it unravels.” Kade’s roar was fierce, his claws slashing at the air, his love for Jessica a fire in his soul. “Unravel? She’s the reason this nexus exists! You don’t get to judge her!” Veridias’s presence pulsed, unshaken, its voice a gentle blade. “Judgment is not punishment. It is truth. The nexus is balance, but balance breaks without purpose. Your hollowness, Jessica, is the question: can you define the nexus, or will it consume you?”

It keeps saying they are coming for me, but who is ‘they’? I finish changing into the clothes that were given to me. These are the royals, so appearance is important. The trial won’t be like they have it in the human world. It’s the King, along with the Elders. There are no lawyers or anything like that. Evidence is presented, I say my piece, and then a decision is made. As one-sided as it sounds, it’s actually pretty fair. You only make it to trial when the evidence isn’t completely clear or the issue isn’t completely black and white. It’s a little complicated, but that isn’t my main concern.

“You made it through. Tomorrow, it’s my turn.” Tomorrow, everything would be clearer. Tomorrow, they would face their judgment.

James shook his head and said, “I don’t know either, but it shouldn’t be related to her. Although she has a Scythe of Judgment in her body, she isn’t a Heaven's Adjudicator yet. “Besides, the Fourth Calamity will likely occur in the next few years. It’ll be impossible for her to become a Heaven’s Adjudicator by then.” Hearing this, Thea sighed in relief.