By The Grace Of The Gods Light Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His hand lingered, gently brushing against her arm, a silent reassurance of his presence. Struggling to sit up, Grace felt a rush of dizziness. Noah quickly supported her, steadying her against him. “Easy there,” he cautioned, his hand firm yet gentle on her back. Looking around, the events leading up to this moment slowly pieced together in her mind. “The man… the warning…” Grace trailed off, her voice trembling. She had remembered what happened and that was why she was like this. Gracious God, who in the world did he had to beat up for making her like this?

a land that was not supposed to be stepped by the none holy beings, the stones voluntarily gave way for these gods,as they walked in with no single fear in their heart, there was a smoke at the middle of that cave, it concentrated on a grave, the grave was White in color and was plain like Cristal, is shown lights of many beauties, Luku and the Warlock sat on it, discussing when the other gods came to them, they looked up and smiled, they were so relaxed and calm, like nothing was going on, what had happened to them, nobody knew, Atinuke felt something strange about such a peaceful hurry less sitting, but Odo just went to them and as soon as she entered the smoke, she joined in the conversa

Red, orance, yellow, green blue and violet. The first Gods, Blood, Oracles, Yesteryear, Gray, Ben-son and Violence - they had blotted out the sun years ago. It only existed now because the AI - Eigen - allowed it to. He was growing weary with her. She could always sense his moods. He shone silver when upset with her. "You could just go and leave me here?" she suggested hopefully. He turned black at this comment - threatning her. "Or.... or you could just behave for a minute of your irritating life."

The god’s final words echoed through the brilliance — a whisper and a vow intertwined. > “You’ll never be alone again. I am within you now.” The light dimmed. The voices faded. And Soren stood alone in the aftermath of creation, trembling, luminous, tears streaking down his radiant face — half god, half man, wholly broken. The new world stretched before him, si lent and waiting. But as the wind brushed his hair and the last remnants of Travian’s glow lingered against his skin, a new heartbeat began to echo inside his chest — two rhythms, intertwined.

--- POV: Selene The bells toll. Not for hands. For terror. Solara’s white towers shiver. Spires sway without wind. Mortals look up and cover their ears; gods look up and don’t pray. I rise, silver trailing. Bracelets burn. Smoke in my lungs where no fire is. The bells toll again. Ashmouth. The name isn’t spoken, but it writes itself across every god’s ribs. I move like someone crossing a house after a crash—careful, quick, pretending calm. The Council sphere waits: War’s gauntlets slam, Oath’s bands glow, Death smiles and says nothing.

"Keep a low profile. It really has taken it out of me to keep the Moon from noticing your absence. It would really do me well if you kept to yourself." Damon speaks as he pulls something out of the breast of his jacket. It's a book, bound beautifully, covered in swirls of silvery patterns. When he extends it to me, I notice what it is. It's the Moon Goddess book. I've been desperate to get this off Shinee and Damon for some time now. Each time it's been right in my hands and then torn away, so to finally hold it against my fingertips is a blessing. Perhaps Damon is giving this to me on behalf of Shinee, who drugged me with a truth serum, which in return, I would receive the book for.

The air coated with streams of her magic. The bandits and eagles were gulping hard. One of them stuttering with hesitation, “It’s- It’s the legendary creature of the olden days…” An eagle said with his wings spread apart, “What a sight it is today, to see two mystical beings of the ancient days.” Another one said, “She is Goddess of Light.” Everyone froze. Agatha was glowing. She looked like an angel from above the high grounds. She truly was really heavenly sent. “NO! NO! How can this be!” exclaimed Elva. It was already a pain in the ass to fight off the Prince of Darkness and now she have to deal with the Goddess of Light. Which in nature counters her. How is she supposed to defeat such a

Binds. I scream. I endure. I stay. The gods shriek as light flares violently. The fracture seals. The Goddess gasps, strength flooding back unevenly. Not whole. Never whole. She pulls her hand away. And then, slowly, unbelievably She lowers herself fully. She kneels before me. Silence crashes down. The gods freeze. Kieran stares. The child sobs in relief. The Goddess bows her head. “Nova,” she says, voice steady but humbled. “As long as I breathe, I will stand with you.”

The world tilted, my pulse roaring in my ears. Mate. The word felt like a curse and a miracle all at once. Because the Moon Goddess — after everything — had bound me to him. The ruthless god of Lycans. The man I’d sworn I would never kneel to. The one I had just asked to marry me. And the one who, with a single word, had already claimed me.

Where others would expect a face, Eden knew there would be only a black shape, but this time, with the shadow closer than ever, she saw two pale purple glowing orbs, burning where eyes would be, Her hands tightened on the cold canteen until her injured hand burned from the pressure. Everything in her body screamed at her to run, but she couldn't move... The tether in her chest grew hot and pulsed with anticipation, she stood rooted to the spot. The thing came closer, slow and deliberate, it stopped just beyond where the last of the sun was coating the centre of her clearing and did something no story could ever prepare her for... It spoke