Azathoth's Novels & Stories

ATHENA'S POV I woke up from my horrible nightmare, I opened my eyes ,only to shut them again due to the blinding light Opening the again,I looked around . Everything was white,I was on a bed with IVs inserted into my hands . I took them out and climbed down the bed , almost falling down . I hated feeling weak . Getting out of the room,I was expecting someone to stop me but there was no one along the way, which was a little strange . "Okay where are the bedrooms?" I asked myself as I kept walking on the hallways. I climbed the short stairs and walked where my feet would take me .I tried opening the door but they wouldn't open except one

Within the great unknown space inside Azathoth’s main body. Under the starry sky that represents countless alternate realities and universes, Zhu Wushang walked toward the unknown where he had the sense that it was the center of Azathoth's main body that had generated countless universes and realities as dreams.

I didn’t really understand what could be happening in there as early as eight in the morning. Hurriedly opening the door, the first person my gaze met was the last person I ever thought I would meet in my company. Thelma freaking Newton. There stood Thelma Newton in all her annoying glory, frantically screaming her lungs out at my terrified employees. What was she doing here anyways? “Ma’am we need your help.” My secretary approached me as she saw me come through the door, whispering as she came close, her face showing all her frustration. “I will deal it with, try to control the crowd, its too early for all this.”

“Nah, I loved your pops too much to let you have anything but the best. That man was the best of the best. Not one fuck up in more than thirty years of working for my family. That’s something special. But hey, look at you. You’re on your way to being the next Mordechai Zoil.” “Technically I already am,” I reminded him. He laughed, then all of his men laughed along with him. Didn’t seem too funny to me. Every first born on my dad’s side got the same name. Jonathan walked away from me, going back to the two bleeding men on the ground. He sighed at them, once again asking what he would do with them. I already knew what he would do with them. Their fates had been sealed the moment they fucked up

Then he jumped and yelled and pointed at Xiao Chen angrily, "I told you that we can't come here! See what you got us into! Fine, that silly girl didn't listen to me. But even you didn't! Listen to me!" Xiao Chen could not be bothered with him. He focused himself and looked around alarmedly. Indeed, this place gave him a strange vibe. Zhiluan was still nagging, "It's over! There are ten temples in Hell, there are Black and White Generals, and there are Yin and Yang Judge. Also, not to mention the scariest Nether Emperor. We're doomed; we're so going to die..."

Faces. A child, maybe five years old, drifted free first—smiling softly before vanishing into golden mist. Then an elderly man, a warrior in full armor, a woman clutching something invisible to her chest. Hundreds of them. Thousands. “Holy hell…” Athena murmured, tears springing unbidden to her eyes. Zethra held her ground but whispered reverently, “He fed on all of them. For centuries.” Athena closed her eyes as more souls were released, the screams of the long-devoured echoing into the heavens as if the earth itself mourned.

"The thing that keeps the darkness alive. It's not a place. It's not a thing. It's a person." "A person?" I repeated, confused. "Who?" "The last of the Ancient Ones," she said. "The one who was never transformed. The one who has been hiding, waiting, building his power. He is the source. As long as he lives, the darkness will never die." I felt a chill run down my spine. "Who is he?" "He calls himself Vorath," she said. "He was the first of the Ancient Ones. The most powerful. The most dangerous. He has been sleeping for millennia, gathering his strength. And now he is waking."

“…By the blood of the fallen, by the seed of the abyss, I summon thee, Azrathor, Lord of the Infernal Flame. Come forth and grant me thy power!” The ground trembled. The candles flared from white to hellish crimson. A rift tore open in the air above the altar, spewing sulfur and smoke. From the flames stepped **Lord Azrathor**. He was a monstrous perfection. Nearly nine feet tall, with obsidian-black skin etched in glowing molten runes that pulsed like living lava. Massive curved horns crowned his head. His muscular body rippled with power, broad chest, ridged abs, and between his powerful thighs hung a monstrous cock, thicker than Elara’s wrist even while semi-hard. The ridged shaft was dee

Third-person POV The first breach came without warning. Vorathian assault ships materialized from the void like knives drawn from shadow, sleek, obsidian hulls that drank the aurora light and gave nothing back. They struck three clan territories at once: the Vyrkath deep-sea citadels, the Kragvorn abyssal mining rings, and the Thalorian floating spires that guarded the central core axis. Not cities. Not settlements. The invaders ignored the populated domes and surface platforms entirely. Their weapons, silent, precise lances of anti-Aether plasma, targeted only the ancient node crystals buried beneath the crust.

- one of them said There is a productive farm that was owned by one of the cruel men they were trying to oust from their control over the city of Azathoth, which had been under the control of a group of unscrupulous werewolf families for over six centuries, they were the Scavenger , who were the ones who tried to steal the shares of the company... The meeting was over, in the midst of reporting the monies.