A God In The Shed Novels & Stories

"I should have detected it. I can identify forty-three known toxins by scent alone." "Not a toxin, my darling. Medicine." She moved to face him again, studying his dilated pupils with clinical fascination. "From the mountain shamans of Keth'morah. They use it to reshape consciousness. To burn away troublesome emotions. You'll wake tomorrow with your conscience clean as fresh snow."

I heard it before and seeing it right now is a proof that Cravens is in another level. The woman cried in pain holding her arm to prevent the blood from exploding. Gideon growls as he transforms into a human and for the tenth time he's not wearing anything. Elon looked at me as he tried to close my eyes by putting his hand on my eyes. I just hit his hands, preventing him from doing that. And in return he just rolled his eyes. I'm not a kid anymore. And how dare he hinder my blessings? It's God's Grace! Kidding aside, Shiloh the Capitalist started talking again. He looks so angry, what happened before they came here?

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

The hammer was no different from other hammers, with the only unique thing about it being it's excessively long handle. The True Goddess's eyes widened as Frederick's image overlapped with that of a god who had died long ago; a god whose skills were just as famous as his eccentricity. "You are the God of the Forge: Hephaestus!"

He looked up at her, his blue eyes bright against the soot on his face. "You blew up the jar," he said. The laughter faded, replaced by admiration. "You didn't use fire. You used pressure." "I panicked," Saoirse admitted, sitting down next to him. "You improvised," Tristan corrected. "You’re getting good at this." He reached out and took her hand. His thumb rubbed the soot on her knuckles. "We know what it is now," Tristan said, his voice sobering. "The God-Shell. And we know where it is."

Yes, they all chorused We have to take it from this goddess and by doing this, we are fucking rich and as for me, I won't do servant work again when I'm rich, I will use my money and buy a big land in Twilight nation and build the biggest empire too, then I will be leaving a comfortable lifestyle and I will buy slaves that will serve me as well I don't know you people's plans as well, but let go and take that money and gold from that shrine. Yes!!!!!!!! Let's go they all shouted and marched over there where the shrine was located. Suddenly they got to the shrine, and to their greatest surprise they couldn't believe what their eyes just saw, the goddess itself was a carved image made by the a

My heartstrings were getting pulled and I sighed. "I can try but I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it," I told the Shark God. He nodded and told me he had books about my kind. "I have a kind," I mumbled sourly and he chuckled. "Oh yes, you're a very rare and powerful God, worshipped by Gods and Goddesses much more powerful than I," he said firmly. I cocked my brow as we neared the black sand covered beach and he stood up nude in the shallows and helped me to stand. Ukupanipo towered over me and was huge and muscular when he shook the water off. His hair changed from the shape of a shark's fin to long wavy locks. He glanced down at me and laughed.

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'