City Of God Lins Novel Novels & Stories

It was still dark outside, but the city glowed like a dream. This was the biggest of all the cities; it was the Red City, after all. This city was once home to kings. But Val and I could not stay long. We would need to move on quickly, as this place was dangerous to us. We had literally delivered ourselves to the Lycan's doorstep. We arrived at Linus' house, which was both beautiful and spacious. I found myself wondering what he did for a living. He showed us to our rooms and told us to make ourselves at home.

And walked out of the retreat center no longer just a man. But a messenger. End of Chapter 7🤭 •Chapter 8 – The Shaking in the City Lagos never sleeps. Not truly. Even at 5:42 a.m., the streets whispered — danfo buses rattling, vendors shouting, and the city’s pulse thudding just beneath the smog. But James could feel something else humming now. Something under the noise. A tension. A tremor. A crack in the city’s spirit. The shaking had already begun.

I asked, aghast. “At Wit's End.” He winked, summoning a smoking cigar. He took a contemplative drag, pointedly blowing the smoke in my face. “Where sanity ends, and the magic begins. This, dear maggot, is the City of Luz.” The constellation of visions spinning before me made me grow faint. My brain began to process the soaring heights of the city before us. The beauty was overwhelming. I barely held on to consciousness.

Ascension hurt less than dying and more than living. Gold fire climbed my bones. The City God statue behind me cracked open, not to release a god, but to make room for a public office. That distinction mattered. I felt Qinghe all at once. Every alley. Every grave. Every incense stick. Every lawsuit the dead had carried under their tongues. Every living person refusing to be fuel. Every god hoping I would become predictable.

Her eyes stared calmly at him, “And I also know what you did, Anubis… an entire city burnt to ashes and destroyed by your own hands.” The air around them grew tense. The chrysanthemums began to wilt, their petals turning black. Beside him, golden arrows appeared out of nowhere, pointing straight at her.

First Forgotten God. 😱 The city descended into chaos. Forgotten souls began screaming. Buildings cracked. The sky darkened. 🌌 Ayesha stared at the page. 💔 “God?” ⸻ 🌙 The Truth About Gods The Book continued writing. 📖 Before kings… Before memories… Before reality… There were gods. ⚡ Most died. Some disappeared. One was imprisoned. 💀 Azrael. ⸻ 🌙 The Sacrifice Another memory appeared.

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

“Then we start at dawn.” Cassian smiled, small but genuine. “At dawn,” he echoed. The city was broken. The scars of the Rift would remain. But as Lena stood among her people, she knew—this was not the end. This was the beginning of something new. The night air was heavy with the scent of smoke and damp earth as Lena walked through the ruins of the once-great city. The fires had been doused, the wounded tended to, but the silence was deafening. It was the kind of silence that followed devastation—the kind that spoke of loss too vast to comprehend.

It surprised him how instinctive the gesture was. At home, faith had once been strategy. Then it had become fire. Later, it turned into responsibility. Now, in the city, it was the only familiar thing that had followed him intact. He opened it without intention, letting the thin pages fall where they wished. His eyes moved across words he had read before, yet tonight they felt strangely unanchored—like letters looking for a voice. He closed the book. “God,” he whispered, unsure whether he was calling or accusing. “I am here.”

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse