American Gods Novel Novels & Stories

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold “I’m not on something, I’m mad that you filthy rich piece of shit just bounces in this area to my ex-girlfriend’s home. You want to show off you have money? Huh?” he pushed me. My heart started to beat as an unusual feeling of tingling sensation on my arms started. I felt my arms sweat. No one has actually ever provoked me the way this guy was doing at the moment, not at home, not at school. No one has ever pushed me.

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.

It was said that because he fell in love and proposed to a celestial goddess of the moon, Selene— he was cursed to never walk under daylight again by the celestial god of the sun (also known as the celestial god of light, oracles, knowledge, healing, diseases, music, poetry, songs, dance, archery, herds and flocks, and protection of young), Apollo, out from jealousy. Then in order to become immortal to live with Selene, he went to the underworld and made a deal to the celestial god of the underworld, Hades. However, to make that deal— he needs to give Hades the silver bow and arrows of the celestial goddess of the hunt, Artemis. Knowing that Ambrogio tried to steal her silver bow and arrows—

Kanati nods and speaks to Kamama, who translates: “When we returned to the Land of Ever Summer, all the souls of the fallen were gone. As were the gods who should’ve been there.” “And all the gods in the 13th Heaven,” Huitzilopochtli adds. Kanati speaks again. Kamama continues: “We searched across other homelands. There was… no one.” “What do you mean, no one?” Nora asks, her eyes narrowing. “Just that,” Huitzilopochtli replies. “There were literally no other gods or goddesses anywhere. They vanished. And they left everything behind.”

I argue, her revelation sounding more confounding than awe-inspiring. “Come on, Orenda, think about it!” she exclaims, frustratedly slapping her thighs. “The God’s are just energy. Their body’s only exist because they used their magic to create them. Just look at your own animai – or former animai, I should say,” she corrects with a taunting smirk. The reminder of my mutual rejection lances through me like barbed wire. “Azadou was made because of a manifestation of Jartre’s magic; you said so yourself. His body and the body of every other God is just a giant meatsuit. Their blood isn’t blood the way yours or - more accurately - mine is and doesn’t hold the same function. Their blood is reall

"Right." "I hope we can trust each other, Aidana. We have a lot in common," I hear him say from the doorway of my room. Glancing up to meet his gaze, confused at this strange farewell, I see nothing. He has disappeared. Maybe I would put more attention into deciphering his strange methods if I weren't so excited to delve into this book. Sitting under a reading light, I quickly pull through the pages. Most are on the History of the Moon Goddess. There's little interest in that to me, considering it's the everyday life I have been living for many years.

I wanted to laugh in their faces, to spit at their mortal threats, to tell them that gods had no need for bread or water. But then… Growl. The sound tore through the silence, low and sharp, like an animal stirring in its cage. My stomach betrayed me. An ache twisted through my gut, hot and humiliating, a weakness I had not felt in centuries. Hunger. A mortal hunger, crawling across my body like shame. The maids smirked at the sound, their eyes glinting with quiet triumph. “There now,” one of them whispered, her voice soft as silk but cutting like glass. “Even gods need to eat.”

"You will get it soon. All those people has born with the same fate and all the events will happen as they were supposed to happen." The wolf spirit stood there dumbfounded as he suddenly was pulled into the air. The goddess of life calmly picked the page to read and few seconds later, she angrily scoffed. First few lines were the sincere apology while after it, Hyun could not find any words so all he wrote was his name for nine thousand and ninety times. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* Giselle was standing at the cliff looking down the forest and what considered were remains of a previous city.

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.