Against The Gods Novels & Stories

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

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.”

In Mount Kpamos Helena, locked in Robos’ dungeon struggled to breathe. Her wounds were not healing quick enough and this was because Robos had applied the Mekai, a golden liquid substance that was known to kill gods if it was stabbed into their hearts. But he had only applied a small amount to her injuries making it impossible to heal quickly, it was his demented way of punishing her. She squeezed her eyes in pain as the broken bones of her wrists merged slowly. Tears fell down her cheeks but her heart and mind was set; she would not reveal the whereabouts of her children. If they were destined to destroy the gods then she’ll happily die in the hands of her children so long as they lived. He

Delilah make sure they're were a little bit far from the helper before sticking her feet backward and kicking Theodore who only cough up a weak whine. "I'm getting a vibe that you're mad at me." Theodore speaks, Delilah side eyes him. "Oh, how could you have ever guessed." Delilah mocks but turns her head avoiding eye contact as she looks straight ahead. "You just insisted I follow you and abused me the moment we are a little bit far away from the Helper ahead of us, it's not like I did anything wrong to get abused." Theodore lamented.

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.

Katcha raises an eyebrow at him in anticipation, "But...?" "I can't..." Katcha mentally sighs, coming to terms that this man really can't form a coherent sentence to save his life. Crossing both her arms and legs, she leans back into the couch and looks at Goldie more seriously. "Listen, You may not remember anything, but you must know that there are good and bad people in this world. " Katcha begins, "The good people will be here to help you. They won't yell or hurt you. The bad people will use you to hurt other people and even yourself. Leonardo is one of the bad ones. "

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Don Santiago's corners of lips twitched, “thank you, Bass, I am sorry, for all the things I said to you…” Butler Bass interjected, “this isn't the time to settle our differences, how do we kill these things?” he said, nodding towards the ten gods standing in uniformity in midair. “No, idea” Butler Bass answered sincerely. The ten gods make their moves, their hands moved, and a huge rock condescended on the ground. The huge rock rose, in mid-air. Don Santiago's face changed drastically, “Earth protection” Bits of rocks wrapped around his body, he clenched his fists, and it crackled.

“Oh God Almighty, you are seeing this, is it not time to intervene?” *** Asher appeared behind Alinta and grabbed her by the neck. His eyes shone black, and black veins appeared on his arm. His claws grew long, and he meant to strike her on the chest, ready to yank out her heart like he did Aspa. However, a block of ice smashed on his back, forcing him to free Alinta and fall to the ground. He sprang to his feet instantly, looking up at the newcomers. He had stalked Alinta; he was sure his attack was perfect, and if it weren’t for the uninvited guests, he would have killed her. His attack was smooth and planned, but he didn’t expect other gods to show up. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.