Age Of Gods Novels & Stories

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

Goyre resisted the urge to sigh. It was never her intention to come here in the first place but Oya had convinced her to elect herself at the council of gods to serve as a representative for the gods at the festival of Fists. The higher gods would not be bothered to attend a small festival such as this, it was only the Feast of gods that demanded the presence of the majority of all the gods. Oya had pointedly reminded her that she could use this opportunity to search for the child of the prophecy but she would rather be in her temple in the pantheon enjoying the services of the Prys. Those servants of the goddess of excess were the best in all of the pantheons in providing pleasure, not even

Once upon a time, three gods lived alongside each other in relatively near space and time. The oldest of the three was the only female and the kindest and the most generous. While the other two were born almost at the same time from a single act of creation. The only woman of the three was Ayja, the Goddess of Creation. Then, the other two were the God of Space and the God of Time, Andrius and Anatoli. It was said that Ayja loved them both equally, but Andrius always knew that Ayja's love for Anatoli was a different kind of love.

he said. Then he held his arm our for me. Our height difference was fairly comical, but I appreciated the gesture. It was so normal as if walking arm in arm with one of your species’ Gods was just another Monday. Side note: How did the Godly Realm mark time? Did they have a monthly calendar? Could you imagine if they had the equivalent of a sexy calendar of the Gods and Goddesses? It would be like the firemen calendars that humans tended to love.

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!

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

The age of divine isolation was ending. The age of chosen connection—even between gods and mortals—had begun.

~ Unknown’s POV ~ “So, the girl managed to escape Thane.” I said to the person on the other line. “That’s no surprise. She became strong once she ascended on her 18th birthday. Her mate also grew stronger in that instant. When they mate, their power will become incredible. The power within them will continue to grow and develop as time goes on. There may be no limit to the power that they were gifted. The Gods know what we are doing here. I am not worried though. Hades, our God of the underworld will guide us. When this world has to bow to us, Hades will grow stronger. Fear, death, torture, and suffering will feed his strength. He will no longer be bound to the underworld. The other Gods wil

At the Tree. “You sent them,” I say. “You told them we’re gods.” I gesture at Eli. Old. Bent. Breathing hard. “He’s a god. Seventy years old and he can’t stand without help. She’s a god.” I point at Moira. “She spent a century starving.” I touch my chest. “I’m a god. And I bleed.” I look at Jonah. “We’re not gods,” I say. “We’re pack.” I take the boy from his mother. He’s light. Too light. I hand him to Cove.

First five are boys who mostly resemble me. Ares is the oldest and the one next to the throne after me. He is in his mid-teens and has already packed close to six feet of height to his existence. He is our first child and I’d always remember the first time I held him, and he stared back at me with my silver eyes. He reminded me and continues to remind me that no matter how bad a person is, there’s always some good hidden in them. One just needs to be brave enough to find it. He’s a gift to me from my Nefret along with my other children.