American Gods: A Novel Novels & Stories

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

“We’re in the middle of a gang war. She and her friends just were in the wrong place and time.” Hank grumbled, “That’s the last thing this area needs. A god damn gang war.” Azrael turned to his partner with harsh eyes, “I don’t want to hear language like that again, Hank. God allows free will, not to allow people use it against Him.” The elder man raised his hands, “I hear yea.” “Good,” growled Azrael, before he helped Mary onto her feet. “A mysterious detective, who is married and religious.” Hank shook his head as he followed the two down the street. “The world is a massive puzzle box.”

Amon said cautiously, her long curly blazing golden hair and her near silver looking eyes were very uncommon, even among werewolves. It was common knowledge that the most dominant eye color was either brown and black among the wolves but due to the blessings of the goddess and the affinities of each wolf or whenever their abilities were in use. Their eye color changes but yet, Atarah wasn't a wolf but her eye color turns silver. "You mean my eyes don't you?" Her hair too drew unusual attention to herself. Amon nodded his head, he had only eaten a bit of his food since the conversation started. "It's very unusual for a human to have silver eyes, according to the books. I have read."

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

The people they once were lost in the wake of battle, the sky coated in the blood and ashes of the fallen. Elika glanced down at the ancient book in her hands; it was the only recorded history of the days before the war. The real truth of how this life came to pass, a past that Elika longed for with all her heart. Maybe it was foolish of her to dream of such a life, of peace, but it was all she had ever wished for. A time when she could live with the knowledge that her people are safe and happy, when she no longer had to look over her shoulder in fear that when she turned 16 her father would call her to fight in the senseless war. Killing and destroying the citizens of hell along with her br

Dirt and blood streak my skin, my hair tangled with ashroot and silver bark. That’s when the dreams begin. Not fire. Not Kade. Something older than both. A forest that breathes—not with wind, but with memory. A flame with no heat, winding under the earth like snakes. And a god without a name, bleeding darkness instead of light. A god with empty eyes. A god with antlers made of wolf teeth. A god who says: I remember you. My scar burns when I wake, like a brand reawakening. And my wrist—

Hades tells me as he gently pushes my shoulder, and I feel my body spiralling through the void. My eyes flutter open, and the sound of gunshots startle me. The battle is still ongoing, and a group of hunters approach me, where Sarah lays unconscious, and Max’s lifeless body lays; his blood staining the snow. I summon my fire; these creatures are responsible for the pain I feel. They’re the reason my heart has ceased to exist. Before I can fire at them, a thunderous bang and flash of lightning shakes the ground. Every person standing hits the floor, unable to keep their balance. The flash of light fades, and standing in the grounds of the New Moon pack, looking regal but dangerous, are the Go

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His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

"And how did you manage to find it? Most importantly, how did you get inside?" "Yes, ma'am, please clarify," Petra added, her voice faint but insistent. "And what about this person here? Is he truly affiliated with the Devils of the Red Moon? We always believed that devils forcibly transform people into hybrids, but this individual is a full human. As far as we know, devils can only exist beyond the gateways in the Mountains of Purity, not within the mountains themselves. Yet, he is here now, which means he is clearly a human. Did you know that our enemies included humans?"