American Gods Anansi Novels & Stories

“Hurry, we have to get back.” “Don’t change the subject, Kendra,” I replied. She kept silent. “You’re not getting out of it that easy,” I said annoyed. Kendra paused and turned to face me. “Listen, Mia. I understand that you’re human and all, but man you ask a lot of questions,” She sighed. “I shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. I can’t go against the moon goddess. It is for Dane to tell.” I stared at her blankly. “I feel more confused the more you talk,” I exhaled.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Satyrs, wind spirits, naiads, and maenads interact in the wide area; all of them are his followers who kept the peace in the area. A black panther emerged from the lake, a gold collair inlaid with the name NICHOLAS flashes against the morning sun. The big cat was a gift to him from Hephaestus, upon receiving his letter, with the promise that no one else knows his whereabouts. Just as he thought everything was perfect, that's when the first letter with the eagle seal was delivered from the claws of an owl with golden plumes. The very first invitation that wants him to return to Olympus with haste. It has been like this now, for the last decade.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

He sits down on a plush leather sofa and pats the spot next to him, indicating that I should do the same. I hate this guy, and I definitely don’t want to obey him - but he holds Nash’s life in his hands, so I take a seat as far away from him as possible. “What’s your name?” “Sarah,” I say. “I’m Ansel. I’m the Alpha of the San Diego pack.” “I know.” “I’m sure that Nash has told you all sorts of terrible things about me, but I assure you, none of them are true,” Ansel says, looking directly into my eyes.

Moving my gaze to check, there was a spider that was standing on four legs, wearing the same clothes and top hat as… “Zeki, is that you?” “It is I.” The spider bowed. “You… you’re the spider god.” I remembered a character from a story he told back in Rockland. “You’re his brave.” He bowed again. “Anansi’s Brave, the trickster spider god of stories.” I gasped, “You’ve been following me this whole time?” He chuckled, “Guilty as charged.” “I thought you were leaving with the other guilds.”

He took a second look around to observed the burnt and charred, broken earth, then he surmised that it was the 'strange red creature' that set him free. "Thank you for releasing me. My name is Nri Magu, and I'm the God Of War. what may I call you?" even, when this Nri Magu spoke, the sky rumbled and resonated with his voice. Yet, His face was pale, because he was gravely injured and was not at the peak of his powers. In fact, he had been dying slowly. "Hmm... The creature calls himself the 'God Of War,' what an unusual title." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure murmured aloud ignoring the 'God of War's courtesy. And mocked with a sarcastic tone, he obviously didn't take Nri Magu seriously.

I shook my head, a slight smirk crossing my lips. Michael could see the interaction between us, but only shook his own head and responded to my question. “It turns out that witches are apparently involved, at least in some capacity. There was an enchantment placed on a few wolves to make them look like the Alphas. I had never heard of anything like that, but apparently it can be done.” Anders moved slightly, attempting to stand, but I moved back towards him, having moved away from him while addressing the pathetic excuses for Alphas. I didn’t want Anders to stand but he refused to stay on the ground and stood, painfully, next to me.

Traitor, I thought as I rolled my eyes. Adonis scratched the top of her head as he smiled with such adoration in his eyes as he looked down at her, “Do you think I can speak with Arya for a bit?” He asked her with such gentleness in his eyes as he placed his forehead against hers, within an instant my bones began cracking back into place as my human form took hold over Alexa.