Religion Stories

"Can she melt the heart of a ruthless Mafia King, or will she lose herself in his dark world?" ~MAFIA'S MUSLIM WIFE BY ZEHRA🌷

🏅#1 in guy falls first "Have you seen her face before?" Zara's aunt whispered. "No," I replied, feeling a bit nervous. Not because of how she would look, but rather because she was now mine, and I was about to see her for the first time. "nikkah mubarik ho, Mrs. hamza ali malik" "I thought... you wouldn't come," she confessed, raising her eyes to meet mine. "why wouldn't i? After all this was all my stupid idea" I replied. ==================================== "You are my concern, Hazel, just mine," I said, breathing heavily with anger. My possessiveness had taken over. She pulled her arms away from my grip, frustration evident in her eyes. "I am not a possession for you to guard," she asserted. "You are" my voice unwavering, "a prized possession, exclusively mine." Her hazel eyes looked into mine, a mix of confusion and resistance evident in her expression. **description inside**

​𝗔𝗸𝘀-𝗲-𝗠𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝗔 𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀." 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀-𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁? 𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗔𝗸𝘀-𝗲-𝗠𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.🦋🌻

🥇 1st Place - Best Prologue (Whispers Beneath the Ice mini-awards, 2025) 🥇 1st Place - Fantasy (Four-Leaved Clover Awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Writing Style (Enchanted Grave Awards, 2025) ⸻ ✧ ⸻ The sun is gone. Its light is sold. Beneath the earth, humanity survives on Lumen - the bottled radiance of a forgotten age. The ruling elite control it. The Church sanctifies it. The poor die without it. Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where people disappear without explanation and hope is a luxury nobody can afford. When a forbidden power awakens inside her, she becomes the most dangerous secret in Aurelion. The kind people kill for. The kind empires fall for. High above, Prince Cassian Soleyne discovers evidence that could unravel everything his family built. As rebellion spreads through the darkness and ancient enemies stir once more, he finds himself drawn toward the one person he should never trust. A girl who could save their world. Or burn it to the ground. ⸻ ✧ ⸻ She sat at the polished desk in the Lantern Man's office, copying names in glowing ink. "Careful with the curves, bright girl," he said. Lucy straightened her quill. "Yes, sir." He smiled. Not unkind. Just heavy. "You've got a quick hand," he murmured. "That's rare here." She tried not to smile too widely at the praise. "Say, Lucy... how is your mother?" She dipped her quill again. "She's fine, sir." "Is she now?" His cane tapped gently against the floor. Lucy nodded, focused. "Maybe I should visit her," he said. "It's been a while." That made her brighten. "Of course, mister! You're always welcome." The tapping stopped. For a moment, there was only the scratching of her quill. Then the light above her flickered before settling into a slow, steady pulse. The Lantern Man watched it carefully. "Good", he said.

𝐘 / 𝐍 𝐋 / 𝐍 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 flowers kept appearing. every Sunday. on your porch. never wrinkled or wet or torn - not even a petal out of place. every Sunday, you walk out your door and see them. using them for obvious things such as spells or new potions. however your mind always wandered. who wanted you this badly? 𝐰𝐡𝐲 did they want you this badly? ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐭 local priest. the light of the whole town. Erwin Smith held his head up high. never faltering as if he wouldn't let it. well, his head loses its balance once having his eyes on you. but - that would be absurd! in what world would lay a witch and a priest?! it was blasphemy - absolutely 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲! why did it feel so ... good, though?

Christopher Cornell grew up in a home where Catholic doctrine was law. Suffocated by an abusive father, he found solid ground in atheism and music while spending his days working on a traditional Italian farm. Exhausted from performing a Catholicism that no longer belonged to him, Cornell decides to abandon the farm and plant his roots in the gray Portland of the 1990s, moving into a dilapidated apartment with his old friend, Eddie Vedder. Convinced he had left behind the entire religious heritage that haunted him, Chris never expected fate to cross his paths with Beatrice - a novice with Neapolitan blood whose beauty left him breathless from the very first glance. In order to get close to her, Christopher chooses deceit as his main shortcut. To camouflage the persona that screamed into microphones in filthy pubs and lived immersed in the underground scene, he once again takes on the role he always played with mastery: that of a false devotion to the sacred. What begins as a painfully honest friendship transforms into a deep, forbidden attraction. Now, the sacred and the profane walk hand in hand, beneath the burden of omission and the heavy weight of devotion.

This story is all about a guy who has been serving God for over a decade--a boy named FOT. He has serving God For 9 years. Father Sam always trust him because of his consistency, dedication and zeal of serving God. one day, a new boy came to his life-- a boy named GEM. he joined the church not because of his family, but because he wants to cleanse his sins-- he is gay, the world judges him, what makes him decide to comeback to God is because of the people around him. he is not afraid of going to hell, but he is afraid of people around him. no matter how his parents tell him that being gay is okay for as long as his heart remains good, but at the end, he still decides to go church, make himself one of the people who serve God. And the moment he meet FOT, his heart pounded--something no prayer, no sermon, no verse could ever explained, He did not know if he walked into that church for God.. or for the boy who looked at him like he was heaven itself.. More information will be provided in the prologue..

Una fantasía histórica

Meher and Zavian were never simple. It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't dramatic either. It was jokes that went too far, moments that lasted too long, and feelings that grew before either of them admitted it. Some connections don't start loudly. They just refuse to fade. Two people. Bad timing. Too much history. Meher and Zavian never planned on becoming a story - but somehow, they did.

*"Space, time, position, and identity... without these, perhaps existence itself is meaningless. Yet, if we look past them, there is one thing that gives life its ultimate purpose. Do you know what that is? You might think you have guessed the answer... but the truth is never that simple." The year was Eternity 777 It was an era where modern living beings had finally succeeded in proving and applying the key terms of the multiverse concept. Yet, the grand design of reality remained masked in shadows, governed by absolute complexity. Despite the terrifying unknown, researchers across the cosmos poured their souls into decoding these shifting dimensions. Among them was **Sant Kavir**, a brilliant and obsessive researcher. For seven long Eternity cycles, Kavir had been laboring over a single, hidden portal. Where hundreds of scientists before him had gone mad-shedding blood and sacrificing their minds just to widen the rift enough to fit a human hand-Kavir did the impossible. Using his specialized **Nano Quanta Frequency** to map the dimensional magnetic forces, and triggering it with a precise **Electromagnetic Combo**, he forced the gateway wide open. A stable vortex, large enough for a complete human body, hummed to life before him. But at the very moment of his triumph, as he prepared to step into the unknown, the portal flared. From the blinding, cosmic depths of the other side, a glowing, luminous hand materialized. Before Kavir could even process what he was seeing, the hand struck his chest with a powerful force, throwing him violently backward across the laboratory floor. Who-or what-is waiting on the other side? Is it a guardian protecting humanity from a fatal mistake, or an ancient entity capable of erasing the multiverse? . Note to Royal Road Moderators: > I am the original author of this fiction. I am currently submitting this story to Royal Road under the username: [MD.Kabir] This profile belongs to me.

Certaines personnes naissent dans la lumière. D'autres passent leur vie à fuir la leur. Elle faisait partie de celles qui avaient appris à survivre derrière la colère, l'orgueil et les mauvaises décisions. Pour elle, aimer était une faiblesse, faire confiance une erreur, et Dieu n'était qu'un nom parmi tant d'autres. Mais la vie lui imposera un tournant qu'elle n'avait jamais imaginé. Contrainte d'épouser un homme profondément attaché à sa foi, elle s'attend à vivre un enfer. Pourtant, ce n'est ni la force, ni les reproches, ni les jugements qui l'attendent. C'est une patience qu'elle ne comprend pas, une bonté qu'elle n'a jamais connue et un amour qui refuse d'abandonner. Alors que les blessures du passé refont surface et que les épreuves se multiplient, une question s'impose : Peut-on vraiment renaître après avoir tant détruit ? Le chemin de ma rédemption est une chronique bouleversante sur le pardon, la grâce, la foi et la puissance d'un cœur qui accepte enfin de changer. Parce qu'il n'est jamais trop tard pour retrouver la lumière.

Faith is law. Obedience is life. Doubt is death. In the Holy Dominion, the word of the High Hierophant is absolute. Every citizen is born with a name recorded in the Sacred Ledger, a promise that they belong to God and the Church forever. Until one day, one name is erased. During a ceremony witnessed by the entire nation, a young woman is stripped of her identity in a punishment never before carried out. Her name is spoken for the last time before every record of her existence is burned to ash. She is condemned with a single word: Anathema. No longer daughter. No longer citizen. No longer one of God's chosen. Cast beyond the walls of the only world she has ever known, she discovers that the truths she devoted her life to may have been carefully crafted lies. As whispers of the first Anathema spread through a kingdom built on fear, the Church will stop at nothing to erase the last trace of the girl she used to be. But some names cannot stay buried. And some curses become revolutions

Diez niñas conversan, intentando pasar el rato en una habitación donde la única manera de salir es arrancando la carne del cuerpo y las vísceras de la pelvis. No sale el sol, y no recuerdan cómo llegaron, como hablar o incluso sus propios nombres. Cuentan explosiones al dormir y se limpian la boca con miedo a que el plasma se seque o les entre en la boca. Algunas preguntan cada mañana si por fin llegó su madre, otra se sobresaltan cuando alguien levanta demasiado la voz, y otra aún cree que su padre vendrá por ella. La última lleva tanto tiempo ahí que ya no recuerda el nombre del lugar del que vino. No hay puertas, no hay ventanas y solo una salida. Y ninguna de ellas está dispuesta a atravesarla. ¿Cuánta humanidad puede arrebatarle el mundo a una niña antes de dejar de verla como una niña?

"your hair is autumn fire, burning through dead fields, there's blood in your hands, you carry violence, I burn in the flames." ─── ୨ৎ ─── Después de que los niños tomaran el control del pueblo bajo el liderazgo de Isaac, decreta que su Virgen María, Eleanor, con apenas quince años, figura maternal para los más pequeños, una reliquia, deberá contraer matrimonio con Malachai Boardman, su temido verdugo y mano derecha, el temido ejecutor. Para el pueblo, él es la encarnación de la violencia. Sin embargo, lejos de la mirada de los demás, Eleanor descubre a un muchacho mucho más complejo de lo que imaginaba, alguien cuya devoción hacia ella choca. Para Eleanor, la obligación de tener hijos se convierte en una fuente constante de ansiedad, enfrentando al conflicto lo que ella desea para su cuerpo joven y el cariño inesperado que comienza a sentir por el hombre con quien debe casarse. Eleanor enfrenta el mayor de sus temores: la posibilidad de un embarazo.

This is one heck of a Victorian-style fantasy novel. Add a spoonful of steam engines to make that darned technology tree come alive! Add a spoonful of love and hatred, so everyone has good reasons to brawl! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten up this gloomy world, and finally, add a spoonful of natural disasters to play the main boss... and so on! Phew, that's a lot! ... Year 931 in the Engerwick Calendar. The city I reside in has been hailed as the most advanced in the West. The main reasons? The world-shaking steam technology, emerging technologies, and the wellspring of chaos. Can't deny it, but the fact remains that people keep flocking here to live. This city always gives you a glimmer of hope, whether it's lies or illusions, but it's so close, within arm's reach, making you risk life and limb. A city of hallucinations. I am one of those dream-chasers.

A perfect loop. A divine mission. A love that is a death sentence. Catlena has no past, no memories, and no real name. She is a sterile, perfect weapon-a non-human entity sent to Earth by a ruthless, higher Will she calls only "Father." Her directive is simple, seared into her very genetic code: find a man and stop his heart from beating. That man is Professor Vance, a brilliant, paranoid scientist conducting research in the university's underground labs-research that threatens to expose the very existence of the gods. But Vance is not just Catlena's target; his work has drawn the attention of the State, ready to cover everything up to avert a civil war, and of religious factions that view him as a dangerous heretic. To get close to him without leaving a trace, Catlena infiltrates campus life, befriending the professor's assistants, Marta and Leo. Yet, to feign humanity, Catlena must learn to mimic human emotions. And, chapter by chapter, the pretense begins to blur with reality.

One answer, no! Here's why and how...

An older man finds himself in an empty kingdom, the memories of his past haunt him. Every night it's the same nightmare, re-lived. He can't stay in the confines of his castle forever, he cannot keep hiding from his fears, he cannot let the past torment him forever. He can't let it trap him and his beloved son eternally. A story of a man who rebuilt a kingdom from the ashes, a paradise, a garden of Eden. How it all started, with the first king of the soon to be Gods Kingdom. Kachisides story: A few months after the [incident] Kachiside is left with constant nightmares, with Rala caring for him as by [her] orders. Kachisides wants to just go to things how were normally but how can he when he's now a human, he cannot fly, feeling his own body rot, trying to care for his 2 year old son while he learns how to live being in a human body. He hopes with how high the castle is, with it being in a giant tree, [shadow] wouldn't find him however fate has other plans as he's forced to confront [shadow] in a eventual duel with the help of many he came across. It's history being written in real time, he will go down in history.

A Kid named Silent Hill goes to the town his birth created to find the answers he seeks about who he is. Strange things happen in Silent Hill as many people struggle to survive the creepy Town of Silent Hill and only the Kid the Town was named after can turn Silent Hill into a normal Town.

A poem touching on my struggles with my belief and my relationship with god