City Of God Lins Novel Novels & Stories

Loud rumbles of thunder erupt in the darkened abyss above as it roars directly overhead, shouting loudly to us below as if the God’s were arguing amongst themselves, just like those within the City. My journey thankfully nears its end as I approach the edge of the thinning woods; my sweeping relief is soon tainted with sheer dread as I catch sight of the red glow consuming the cityscape as it breaks through the treeline almost as if it was on fire like hell itself. My paws drag against the soaked ground in trepidation, my claws filthy as they pierce the soft soil while I come to a grinding halt, staring at the destruction sweeping through the City in horror and disbelief.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

Maybe people weren’t comfortable speaking in front of them. Regardless of the reason, Lupinton was a city of nothing but sunshine and rainbows. By the time we got through all those government departments, I felt sick. If I got one more story about how wonderful the city was, I just might vomit a little in my mouth. We’d ended up in the creepiest city ever, like that movie about the town with the sinister robot wives. There had to be something evil going on in this city. Nowhere was this nice.

They will only come. Well, she was ready. As the danfo lurched forward, Promise gazed out the window at the crowded streets. For the first time, the noise did not drown her; it sharpened her. She saw every crack in the road, every hustler’s cry, every shadow of the city—and she claimed it. Lagos was not just thunder above her. It was thunder inside her.

However, Laura thought of something and said to Lolita, “By the way, I heard thousands of grand soldiers from Crescent Moon Principality attacked Sunset City. They almost succeeded when the Goddess of Light appeared to save the city.” Really?" Lolita responded calmly, seeming interested. ‘Goddess of Light?’ Darryl paused in his steps when he overheard their conversation. ‘There are gods in this world?’ "Who is the Goddess of Light?" Darryl looked back at Lolita and could not help but ask with expectation in his eyes. ‘If there are gods in this world, they must know the way to leave this world,’ he thought. "What's the matter with you? Why aren’t you leaving? Don't think I don't know what you

An internal debate is sparked in her train of thought, wondering which scenario had the better outcome. ‘Oh, I know, how about the one where you stop thinking about this?’ She mentally reprimands herself. In an attempt to move on, she diverts her attention to Leonardo instead. It was hard to believe that someone like him is currently residing in a city with a low crime rate, but she could understand why. Iloilo is the country’s city of love. Not because of the romance, but because of its people being naturally soft-spoken, you’d mistake them for being too loving. In a month or so, Leonardo could walk around freely without ever needing to have a disguise. Perhaps at that point, he has already

“From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference. “Now, we all know the only things that will never change are how morally questionable and life-threatening they are. So, if you are not up for the challenges, lacking in insurance, or weighed down by that pesky, little voice at the back of your head you call a conscience, you are free to exit now.”

The city was full of enemies, full of ghosts, and full of the people who had tried to build their lives on his ruin. Dante didn't fear them. He had spent his whole life being the target, and he had finally decided to become the hunter. He squeezed Lily’s hand, his grip firm, grounded, and absolute. "The war begins today," he whispered, the morning light catching the cold fire in his eyes. "Let them come," Lily replied, her gaze just as sharp, just as steady. And as the city began to burn around them, they stepped into the flames, a pair of nobodies who were about to show the world that when you take everything from a man who has nothing left to lose, you don't just create an enemy.

It didn’t care that these Gods and Goddesses were innocent. Before it could leave me, lashing out at those close by, the sun crested above the city walls and shone down on us all. As its rays hit Lina’s body, she burst into flame. Azrael grabbed me, yanking me back before I could throw myself at her. The cry that left my throat was drowned out by the roar of crackling embers. Draco stood to my left, and Orion to my right, as Lina’s body lifted into the air.