Blind Gods Novels & Stories

a loud blaring voice echoed the room as he rapidly fingered my hole. Before I could even wince or grimaced in pain, the divine universe hears my prayer, everything went black.

Blinded by grief from what his kin had done to the once peaceful Wolven Continent and to the Moon Goddess, Comba betrayed his children by asking the Moon Goddess to punish the witches. He said, “Nigh is the moment to teach the witches humility, Moon Goddess. This God will humbly close my eyes as you bathe the entire world with my children’s blood for what they have done to your kin,” said the weeping Comba in front of his companion. But the Moon Goddess was a gentle God – the contrast of the fierce Comba. They were made that way. While Comba could not see the light for his kin, the Moon Goddess sought another way to teach the sinners a lesson that would not cause more depravity between the t

“Ah, so it’s like this. Okay, it would seem I underestimated the situation. Carry on then, but will we experience the Heavenly Tribulation? That’s also a concern if I can’t move from the Divine Lighting.” Blake was concerned. “I don’t feel the tribulation laws here. Use your senses and see for yourself, but I must also say you have an uninvited guest on the other side of the Divine Sea.” Blake’s Soul announced, to his surprise. Blake used his Divine Senses; he could not sense tribulation laws. Then how did they break through their realms?

“I looked in your eyes and it’s like I went offline, and I’m not sure what happened next.” She took a sharp breath in understanding. “You got lost.” “In your eyes?” I went from confusion to understanding as my mind reeled at maximum speed. There are a lot of preternatural things out there. Things with all sorts of abilities. One of the first things I’ve been told about gods is to never look in their eyes, as some of them can pull you in. I know some sidhes can do that too. I don’t think I’ve even encountered anything trying this trick on me though.

Lunar ink runs down my sleeves in the shapes of moons and constellations that no longer exist. I wear no crown, yet I have outlived kings. I have not seen the mortal world with these eyes for more than forty years. They are white and sightless—yet they see too much. Places beyond the veil. Flames that burn backwards through time. Wolves long dead still howling in the marrow of my soul. And tonight, these eyes cry. I kneel at the altar, my spine bent beneath the weight of the gods. My hands shake above the ceremonial basin, palms split and bleeding where my nails dug in during the vision. My breath is shallow, as though the air itself resists entering my lungs.

shouts from the gods' dais. Everyone obeys, looking at each other, unsure of what to do amidst the confusion that engulfs them. At that moment, a supernatural roar is heard, and the door swings open wide, making way for Yaldabot, the feared god of the underworld. His presence is terrifying, his body shrouded in shadows, his gaze piercing. Yaldabot surveys everyone with a cold and gloomy expression. His eyes gleam with infernal fire as he strides directly towards the goddess Luna, who shrinks in fear at his imposing presence. The air around him becomes thick and laden with dark energy.

I prayed once again to the three gods I usually prayed to, Balder for purity of spirit so that I could go into this battle with a pure heart and not one filled with hate, to Idun for rejuvenation to keep me alive and finally to Tyr so that my vengeance would be accepted and I asked all three to keep Bryan safe. I opened my eyes as I envisioned our success, I could taste it and I wanted it. I closed my eyes again as I heard Bryan. “Hriga hringr hlif, hriga hringr hlif.” I concentrated and the green flames started burning in my hands. “Hriga hringr hlif.” I joined in his chant and I saw the circle lift slightly. We kept on chanting as the green flames burned brighter, the circle started shakin

After sending WeiBer Delphin away, she happily ran to the side of the Fire God León de Fuego, and was about to open her mouth, when the Fire God León de Fuego opened the notebook, indifferently said: "You don't seem to want to let him go, do you?” “Which one of your eyes can't see me… Well, I know it: both eyes.” A good opportunity like this is hard to come by, she doesn't want to discuss the two people's vision problems. “God of Fire León de Fuego, I see you do these things very well, what in heaven did you do?” The gaze of the Fire God León de Fuego moved to her smiling face like a flower. "If you dare say I'm a waiter in heaven, I'll throw you out there."

The archer roared madly, shivering all over his body. In an instant, he could not see anymore. His eyes were full of black worms; This kind of worm was what Alex had found when they were hunting the black blind bone demon that looked a lot like some kind of poison. However, their most important function was to cause blindness. The Mysterious Maiden of Nine Heavens had no honorable cultivation as a goddess and did not speak of martial virtue when she faced her enemy.

* *Vision: Him lifting Luna, spinning her as she laughed, her hands actually grasping his solid shoulders. *Vision: Sarah hugging her brother, not light passing through light but flesh embracing flesh.* "Stop," Dimitri commanded, but his light dimmed with longing. "*Why stop truth?*" the goddess whispered from paradox space. "*These aren't fantasies—they're memories of what was, previews of what could be again.*" Through divine Luna's perception, we saw his essence wavering. Light could illuminate or blind, reveal or deceive. The goddess was using his own nature against him, making him see too clearly what he missed.