Chapter One Gods And Monsters Novels & Stories

There was also the cliff-jumping scene that later transitioned to a mighty woman seated on her throne in another realm. I was a bit crazy for retaining those parts even after moving to this platform, right? Haha. However, a year later, I still left them there, as a reminder of where I first started. I was also a bit selfish since I wanted to introduce the gods and goddesses as soon as I could. Those creatures that are always in the horror stories and folktales of my childhood. And the gods and goddesses I only encountered through a bit of research about Philippine mythology. My vision when I first drafted my opening chapter was to later steer my characters in exploring the various worlds. Th

The Goddess stated and she opened a lot of portals to call more Level D's and Level E's. "Attack the Pandemonium Kingdom now!" Socrates commanded then all of the beast run towards the kingdom and attacks everything in sight. •••• END OF CHAPTER 55. ••••

"We meet again, old friend." Howdy mates! Is it just me, or is this creepy? What in the world was that?! When I was thinking Mr. Hans was too creepy, there had to be this — what — Robot Lord?!🤣🤣🤓 I hope you enjoyed this as much as I do. What is this crazy author thinking, anyway?! If you liked — I meant love — this chapter, then you'd want to do justice to it by dropping your votes and your thought-provoking comments. Thanks a million, peeps!

“I understand it’s too much to take at once, to imagine that everything you have known about your history and present is not the complete truth, that the world is more than what you imagined. I think we need to start from the beginning. You need to know how we werewolves came to be. The FIRST WEREWOLF. “ Wow!! Just one, I thought, ‘blessed ones’ were in the plural. So, it all started with just one person? But I do not have time to clarify as Avo narrates the story of the first werewolf. “This goes several millennia ago when humans first came to be. Apart from animals and your flora and fauna, the earth was also inhibited by beings called the ‘Old Gods‘.“ “Old Gods?“ “Yes, the old Gods, or wh

Unsurprisingly, it was the longest chapter in the book. Thousands of years ago, when the world was young and new, ten men and ten women were brought into existence. Laced within their DNA was magic, the kind of magic only Gods and Goddesses could wield. It was this magic, gifted from a woman who emerged from the glowing surface of the moon, which allowed these men and women to take on the form of a great beast. Centuries of war and peace are what shaped the way things are today.

Their arms were so long they used them to walk along with their two legs, like the gorillaens I had once seen in the zoo back at Coven Community. These beasts had huge heads like wolves, fangs as long as my arm, their eyes were snake-like, and their huge bodies had thick muscles designed by a map of veins. They had long scorpion tails. These were monsters that have never been heard of or seen in the history of Mistworld. They didn't look like demons either. I'd read about all the types of demons, so I was certain these weren't demons. "What in Zhyrie's name are these things from?" I muttered to myself in horror.

That way, they would not have to worry about that while Brynn was recuperating, and the family was getting used to the new addition. The little trip to see Hecate had lit a fire underneath her ass, so she always spent a good portion of her day going over everything and trying to figure out what all we could use during the coven fight. The book was a how-to guide about dealing with Gods, Goddesses, and Demigods. There was no telling what bullshit Loki could have in store and who all would be affected. He was the God of Mischief after all. A flare of pain through the bond snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Not down. Not yet.” A howl split the night. Low. Twisted. Wrong. Damon emerged from the ruin, his body warped and monstrous, his features barely recognizable. The god’s power bled from his veins, turning him into a creature of nightmare. And he wasn’t alone. From the shadows behind him rose shapes—rogues, twisted by the god’s magic, eyes glowing with unnatural fire. A storm was coming. And we were the only thing standing in its path. Kael shifted again, his wolf bristling, fangs bared.

If I had met her in Greystone Falls, I'd have doubted if she was a witch. "Like I said, this is Eclipse’s Book of Records. It holds the history of every supernatural being that has ever been here," she explained. "You mean each book holds a record of every monster who’s been here?" I asked, my eyes darting toward the shelves. "Yes," she replied and clicked her tongue. "But can you stop calling us monsters? I'd prefer it if you addressed us as supernatural beings," she added with a smile. Supernatural beings, my foot! They were all monsters to me, with powers no human could ever possess.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘