Bg3 Book Of Dead Gods Novels & Stories

A first edition of Meridian's Bestiary, one of only three known copies, lay in the fireplace, its charred edges still smoking faintly. I crouched beside a toppled shelf, running my thumb over the embossed title of a fallen book: On the Nature of Forgotten Gods. The sheer breadth of knowledge in this room made my chest tighten. Histories of dead civilizations. Treatises on magic even the scholars feared to practice. Accounts of creatures that should have stayed myth. And as I stood in the midst of the wreckage, breathing in the scent of ink and blood and broken things, I understood why someone would take her.

I let out a slow breath and turned to face her. Her expression was blank, but I knew she was watching for something. A flicker of what was underneath. A crack in the surface. I didn’t give it to her. Instead, I smiled, soft and vacant, and let my fingers curl into the hem of my sleeve. “…Okay.” The child returned. And the game began. CONTENT WARNING This book contains dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution. • Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality)

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

“The gods created a veil to separate the divine from the mortal. But someone who was among the people who could draw magic from the veil,performed a ritual to see the true face of the gods. Instead,the person shattered the veil and three scourgeborn crawled out. Magic became violent and chose its weirder,sometimes warping their features. Kingdoms fell. There was Skyfire and blood storms everywhere. Veltrith collapsed temporarily. And that was when the gods appeared. They banished the three scourgeborn into the sea of singing teeth and made a decree. ‘Magic is no longer a gift,but a curse.Mortal hands Shall not hold what divinity casts off.’ And that was when the scourgeborn were born in full

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

"Old man, the heat was just right. But it is mixed with blood, so it has a metallic tang." "Try it yourself. In your next life, be more careful when you brew it." That sentence completely shattered Auntie Qin's forced composure. She collapsed to her knees, wailing. "Shuang'er! There is no next life! His soul was annihilated. He is not coming back!" Right. A god had acted. Naturally, not even a wisp of a soul remained. There was no next life. I untied the wind-proof cloak from my shoulders, the one my master stitched for me thread by thread, and gently covered the glaring stains on the ground.

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

I glared over at Mosi and stomped back towards the knobbly tree root I was sitting on. Turning my back on Mosi and Masi, as I sat on the knobbly tree root. I balled my fist, I winced as I put them with a little more force on my knees than intended. Looking back from where we came. I could hear the storm, it wasn’t so distant anymore. Thinking about what they told me, all three of them had powers. They were the embodiment of divine thoughts, divine words and divine deeds, and they are the guides to the purest of hearts. I gave this piece of information space to really sink in.

“Why would they not recognize me? They are my family.” “You were never a part of their family, at least that is what they remember.” Charon sighed when she just stared at him, “You see, when a god or goddess becomes discovered he or she joins the divine realms and leaves his or her mortal life. Thus, anyone who knew of his or her existence as a mortal must have their memory wiped out. Goddess Lenthe personally saw to it that everyone who knew the madam will have their memory of you removed.” “What??” Angelique was out of words. “How dare you?”

She gave another kick and finally, she broke free. Just when she thought she could escape from the creature, another one grabbed her, then there’s two or three or four…they managed to pull her down. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the creatures underwater. Humans! Decaying but not dead. Men. Women. Kids. All she can see are thousands of faces wailing, reaching for her. They are all jerking their legs chained to the murky sea bed. It was useless to resist, their desperation to pull her down had overcome her will to live. She closed her eyes. So that was it. All those days and nights she had been fighting her dark thoughts have gone to waste. This is now her tragic death.