Romans & histoires A Game Of Gods Series In Order

By firelight, in the war tent’s center, the Codex lay open, on an altar of rune-scored obsidian and bone. Seren. Mourne. Vessa. Kael, fevered. Saphira. None spoke. Wolves howled outside in stuttering harmony. Finally, Saphira said: “The gods are gambling again.” Her voice shook. Not from fear. From awe. “And we are the stakes.” No one moved. Mourne looked to the sky, where stars now crawled against their constellations. Kael cracked one blood-crusted eye. “Then what do we wager?”

Damn divine rules and interference. I looked down at my stomach, at the slight curve that reminded me that the gods were also interested in my pup. Maybe that was what the gods were really watching—what would be born from this fire, what kind of pup would emerge from the storm. The gods had set the game. Fine. Well, I’d make damn sure I won it.

The void around me peeled back in strips, revealing glimpses of the world beyond—forests split by glowing fault lines, oceans roiling, cities trembling as the sky flickered like a failing star. The gods were losing their hold. And they were terrified. I felt the First God first—stone and memory, ancient and furious—slam against the edges of my awareness. You unmake the foundation, it thundered. Then the Second—cold light and endless expansion—curled in close. You unmake the future. “Good,” I said, my voice echoing across realms. “You made it wrong.” Power detonated outward. The last of the silver-black realm imploded, collapsing into a single blinding point—and then I was falling.

The words settled over me feeling heavy and final, but I wouldn't let it be final. "I know what you are," I said quietly. "A fallen god, but I don't know why or what you did." He turned away from me then and walked a few steps towards the wall. For a moment I thought he wasn't going to answer, but when he spoke his voice was low and edged with pain. “I broke the first law." I waited knowing he was going to continue. “In the beginning when the realms were divided the gods ruled through balance. Creation and destruction, life and decay and the Aeschylus of them held their place. I was born of war and my purpose was to protect the human world from what lurked beyond it."

Beep, beep! Damon heaves a sigh of relief as the screen slowly loads up. Meaning, the other primordial god is on the line. Yeojoon immediately glides his chair closer beside Damon, who was on a stool, and waited to see who the god was so he can get actual answers. If his hunch is right, this is the god's doings since it is in his power to control dreams and manipulate reality after all.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

"You and that AI assistant of yours - the Earth Killer - you wrote the code to that game." He turned to Miaka with a grin. "And it's name? The Alpha Gods. The game is called the God of all Alphas" Miaka laughed. "Of course it is." They would need to access the main computers, but it was worth a try. If they could complete the entire game, following the narrative that the code wanted to play out then maybe, just maybe, the Earth would go back to how it had been before all of this mess happened. "Maybe we can fix the Earth. Is it worth a try?" she asked Kai.

Odysseus says. “So… probably not. We don’t know where she is,” Xander says. “But we do know where Selene is,” I remind them. “Six tiers down from the top.” Xander nods. “So the gods are kept higher up. Okay. Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus—you take the top level. If the worst get out and come for you—” “We’re already dead,” Isaac says with a shrug. “We got this.” “Meredith, Gael, Hakeem—you’re next. Then Jareth, Nora, and Edward hit the god level. Citra, Michael, Jaiden, you take the one after that. Everyone else—we’re hitting the stairs and taking out Tisphone.”

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.