Against The Gods Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

The air reeked of smoke before the first flame even touched the ground. I was back there. Back in the night everything ended. The Alpha Gods descended like a storm, their pack armed, their numbers endless. The earth shook beneath the weight of their charge, and the sky split with the roar of their power. We weren’t ready. My father tried to rally us, but the enemy was faster, stronger, more merciless than anything we’d ever faced. I shifted, claws tearing into dirt, teeth snapping against the flash of steel and fang. I fought, gods, I fought until my lungs burned and my bones screamed. But nothing stopped them. They ripped through us like we were nothing more than prey.

I laid down in my bed and tried to fall asleep, but still was unable to succumb to my exhaustion. “Fuck! Demi, what are you doing to me?” I said out loud. I rolled over and let my face sink into my pillow. I need to think about something else. Okay, what can I do to convince the Gods that I am no threat to them? I mean, why the hell would I want to challenge a God? Don’t they have something to do with the creation of the damn world or something? I’m just glad that the moon Goddess and the dragon God are on my side. The thought of fighting a God for power has never crossed my mind, but if they cross me, I will have no other choice.

"I wish to go home, now." Hera sighs softly, like my words annoy her faintly. "You don't get it: This is your home." I open my mouth to reply angrily, but Hera cuts me off, her voice soft but authoritative. "Thea, this will not be easy to hear. However, it is the truth. This is Olympus, the Palace of the Gods. And you, Hecate, are a Goddess."

Anderson's eyes brightened, and his lips curved up in delight. ‘To think such simple questions would be asked. It seems Mr. Kennel was actually correct when he said they were basic questions. The answer to all these were all in the first chapter of the books on robotics he'd read, earlier, at Sir Nelson's Villa. To think they would actually appear as stage one questions; this is indeed a bonus work.’ Anderson shook his head then began answering the questions one after the other. But because of how easy they were, he didn't bother to hurry, but took his time.

I grinned. “Oh geez.” Aria gulped. “Do not worry; I’ll go easy on you. But, you need to be able to fight against me. I am the only God that has openly challenged Zeus several times.” I explained. “That’s true.” Aria said. “Alright you four, come give me a hug and then go.”

Vepar “Just look at them sitting there all high and mighty,” I say. “I know. They think they are so special and so important.” My friend says. The two of us were sitting there watching the gods. They were all there drinking, eating, and relaxing as if nothing could touch them. They are so fucking self-absorbed and consider themselves above everyone else. It’s time that someone brought them down a few notches. Now to figure out how to bring them down. I looked at my friend, and I knew I couldn’t trust her with the idea brewing in my head. I needed people that thought like me. The twelve main gods had been in power now for 2000 years, and in that time, they had grown so arrogant. Th

"My grandma said that if I use the spiritual energy of a Deity, I could go to the—" "Then your grandma is right but at the same time wrong, since the Deity will be the one to suffer and face the consequences!"Venom shouted in anger. END OF CHAPTER 43

"It's not like I support such Alec, but you need to know it's his choice, whatever the Lord of the heavens decide he gets to bear it...." "Bear it Cara?" I cut her off asking in disbelieve. "Have you forgotten something so soon?" My eyebrows crunched together. "The sins of a God is a sin for the world. If the Lord of the heavens grants him the permission of the dark powers, then he and his people should be ready to face the consequences. And who are the people Cara?" I ask her. "We are, we are the people! Once the dark power is unleashed what we're facing now would just be a tip of the iceberg." I continue all while Cara remains silent.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

Below-Prayer had become the Docket of Unanswered Prayers. The living were not fuel. The dead had standing. The gods had audit dates. Book One of my life, if lives had books, should have ended there. The immediate problem was a dead contract written in loving language. The worse problem was that the refugees were listening. Nobody had the luxury of naming the threat neatly. People argued in fragments, moved furniture, counted children, checked wounds, and made ugly little bargains with their own courage. My power worked best when I slowed down enough to ask who benefited from panic. Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy.