Chapter One Gods And Monsters Novels & Stories

She stood back-to-back with Julian. Her doctor’s clothes were ripped. Her hair was tangled and wild. A deep ache settled in her chest. Every time one of those monsters touched the page, Maya felt her memories tremble. These things weren’t just monsters. They were bugs—errors in the computer system, hungry for the story. “The Author said the secret is in the title!” Maya shouted, as the scratching of a thousand tiny legs got louder. “The title of the 100th chapter!” “How do you find a title for a chapter that hasn’t been written yet?” Julian asked. He kicked a shadow-creature away. His face twisted in pain when hot black ink scorched his spirit-leg.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part II) ​The sanctuary doors closed behind Kaelor with a dull thud that echoed through the empty corridor. He did not stop walking. It wasn’t because he lacked the courage to return, but because he feared that if he hesitated for even a single heartbeat, he would turn back. Beneath the heavy folds of his cloak, the infant stirred, letting out a quiet, thin cry that pierced the heavy silence of the heavenly halls. Kaelor glanced down, his chest tightening as tiny, luminous violet eyes met his own.

Gods belonged in the center, and that is where she went, using air to carry herself like a whisper through the lands, passing by the forbidden sea with the strange monsters that lived in it and nothing else, the shores, the burned forest, and lastly, the crystal castle. Be a Goddess...Gods were mighty, strong, and terrifying, Gods were the creators that none dared to stand against, and Gods were the ones that controlled the world, the elements, Gods were as mighty as nature itself, so she became nature, all of it, not just the air she was familiar with, but the clouds brought by air, the winds steered by it, and as if something exploded inside of her, lightning erupted from the sky, initiati

Reproduction, nutrition and an extremely strong territorial behavior. With these first descendants, Doctor Christopher Krynick had created the monsters that now flooded the world and that still pose a threat to every single being on this planet today, almost two decades later. Proles had no natural enemies. They were bigger, faster and stronger than me. Their natural relatives and besides, they felt the need to mate with everything, just kept still long enough. Therefore it was hardly possible to master this plague and it was still questionable which of us would survive in the end. They or we?

POV Liora The Ancient One did not sit. She moved around us instead, slow and unhurried, her bare feet making no sound against the stone. Her presence pressed in from all sides, like the air had thickened just for her. Mae sat stiff beside me, hands knotted in her lap. Rowan stayed near the door, shoulders tight, like a man braced for a strike he couldn’t dodge. “Tell me,” the Ancient One said calmly, “why mortals believe becoming a monster will save them.”

“We want revenge.” A pulse of power burst from the stone, knocking them all to their knees. The roots on the walls began to glow red. Something had been unleashed not sealed. The monolith cracked open fully. And from its depths…A wolf-shaped god rose. Not a memory, not a shadow, but the first monster. The god’s form was impossibly large, yet it moved with the precision of something ancient and patient. Its fur shimmered like obsidian dust, and its eyes molten silver held no warmth. The god did not howl. It listened, as if waiting for Sarah to speak first.

"There are monsters, sure, and you all proved that Demons also exist. But there was no way that mythological gods existed--" "Oh, they are very real, alright." Roberto laughed. "Why do you think the monsters have regained their boldness and began to attack even at the brightness of the day, hmm?" The Mambabarang laughed. "Because the deities are rising, the gods whom the one you call the Father had banished." "So, does that mean that Angels existed too?" She added. If it was, then their battle was not lost for sure. She wanted to know. She needed to know.

The rifle slipped from the survivor's hands, hitting the metal floor. Static crackled over the open comms channel. Then, filtered through the ship's universal translator, a hoarse voice dripping with ultimate dread and disbelief echoed inside the cockpits of Jack, Elias, and Kael: "No... this is impossible..." The survivor fell to their knees in despair, clutching their head. "The Creators were completely devoured by the Abyss... You... you monsters, why are you wearing the skins of gods?!" (End of Chapter 151)

The cover reads 'Legend of the gods. Curiously, I flipped open the first page while still standing at the top of the ladder and I read. 'long ago, before any being was created on earth, the three powerful gods rule the earth. There was the sun god Helios; creator of light and master of the day. Selene the moon goddess who created the moon. Mistress of the night and Mother of all living creatures in the world. She created the supernatural creatures and also the humans. Then last of all is Khaos, known as the legendary beast. He was the least of all gods and the moon goddess put him in charge of taking care of her children on earth so there would be peace among all. The moon goddess gave him a

He fishes a huge dusty book from the cupboard and places it on the table. “You see, centuries upon centuries ago, the realms lived in peace. All the gods did their assigned tasks and together maintained balance and harmony. But then," he sighed and turned to me. “ But then, Nythros decided to become one greedy bastard and demand for the supreme power." “Urgh, what a greedy bastard!" I mutter. “He rebelled against the gods, went to the human realm and met humans who were greedy for powers that weren't supposed to be theirs to begin with. He infected them with his magic and turned them into monsters.”