Blind Gods Novels & Stories

"I’m not a statue! I can't turn it off! I love you so much it’s killing me, and you’re asking me to feel nothing? I’d rather burn!" "Then we are both lost," Rhea whispered, looking up at the swirling nebulae. "Because the King is coming, Blaze. He can feel the leak. He can feel you in his mind." POV: Blaze Ryder "Let him come," Blaze growled, his claws scraping against the obsidian as he forced himself to stand. "I’ll fight him here. I’ll tear this Archive apart stone by stone if I have to." "You can't fight a god in his own head, Alpha."

But when the time came, there would be no mercy, and the war could be decided in seconds. Beside him, Gabriel looked at the goddesses with respect and fear. He knew he could not underestimate even one of them, and that even being immortal, he didn't have the courage to look into their eyes like Kan did, even when they were without their blindfolds, because he knew that despite their powers, they depended on him to remain hidden in that world. "They won't realize what's coming," murmured Gabriel, quietly. "When they remove their blindfolds, no one will stand a chance."

"Brigid fought fire with fire. She literally dropped in on a council meeting. But it wasn't an immediate death for her. She came in blazing, literally, I'll give her that. As soon as Glaurung saw her, he knew exactly who she was and what she was there for, and he turned his fire onto her. The fury and shame over what Ormarr and Tanis had done only fueled his hatred for cross-mating, and for her ..... but Brigid fought back with everything that she had. Adrian immediately hid under the large table that we were all sitting at. Lodsmok, Absinthe, Kushim, and myself all tried pleading with Glaurung to stop, but he just ignored us. Aenon and his mate, Mira, were the elders of the North West. Cald

Ashborn crucified in mirrors. Sirelia smiling with no mouth. And the God Below whispering, “Reflection is the first betrayal.” She stumbles back. The vision fades. But her palm still smokes. Later that night, Emberhold holds silence. Not mourning. Listening. Because something in the fire has changed. And not all the dead are resting. Not anymore.

A translucent veil of silver flame shimmered around them both—remnants of their intertwined essence. Michael’s voice resonated with impossible force, carried on the wind like the song of prophecy long buried. > “Let all who have heard the falsehoods know this: the divine never asked for altars built on bone. The gods never asked for silence in place of truth. And I—witness to the beginning and now to the end—return to give this judgment its blade.” The Bishops, once perched like vultures beside the Elders, began to retreat. One by one, their masks faltered. Their blessings, once unquestioned, cracked under the eyes of those they ruled. Murmurs rippled through the gathered survivors.

The darkness borne from this God breathes! And that darkness galloped the whole vision of Luis Park! "Nooooo!!" His eyes were blurred and pained. It was bleeding in dark red blood. He shed his tears yet it keeps flowing. The power of darkness shrouded him whole! "Tit" ~Host is in danger~ "Tit!" ~Breaking the Gods Law~ Host Exchange~ ~Breaking the Gods Law~ Reversal~ Then after this, Butt didn't know if he really killed that animal. He waited until it brightens.

The priest reached for me, and it took every ounce of resolve I possessed not to recoil as he dragged his fingers across my face, the blood hot against my chilly flesh. A pulse of air struck me the minute his fingers left my skin, and my stomach fell as though I were falling from a vast height. Surrounding the gathering was a circle of hooded individuals, each holding a torch that glowed with silver flames. I couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. “Tristan ,” I muttered, “I’m seeing things that aren’t there.” “No.” His breath caught. “They are here.” The gods were here. Not one of them,but all of them.

My skin glowed with the aftershock of heaven’s fury, my eyes still burning with the ache of loss. And then… One by one, they knelt. Wolves. Witches. Vampires. Fae. Spirits. Gods. Humans Every supernatural being present fell to their knees with their heads bowed low, as if the weight of the cosmos itself pressed them down. “Greetings, Goddess Selene!” they howled in unison, their voices echoing like thunder in a cathedral. Even the earth hummed beneath their devotion. The hybrids… retreated. Fear etched into their twisted faces, they fled like rats before a cleansing flame. The divine light radiating from me was a truth they could not escape, their time had ended.

“I know. But you can still be shut down.” Then she left. The next day, fire walked again. A girl named Tolu, age nine, touched a blind man’s face. He screamed. Then saw. He fell to his knees sobbing, thanking God in three languages. People screamed. Others ran. Some stayed and sang louder. The fire wasn’t just healing now. It was choosing. Random. Raw. Ruthless in its precision. But darkness noticed. Not just human powers. Other powers. At midnight, as James prayed in the canal slum, a wind rose not natural, not holy.

Their eyes were full of disbelief, and under this terrible god tribulation, they also felt that their bodies were about to die, but Tadhg Walter. Even if you don't look at the power of God's Tribulation, you can still shoot them, have any extremely powerful divine tools to protect him?