Crippled God Novels & Stories

Jack slammed his fist excitedly against his console. With Harper's breach, the ancient Titan, having lost its core support, let out one final, agonizing wail. Its colossal, mountain-like body began to violently collapse. Corrosive purple fluid rained down like a monsoon of blood, and massive chunks of flesh and millions of tons of bone crashed into the Pacific like an avalanche. The God of the Abyss, invincible just minutes ago, was now nothing more than a sunken, dead volcano. [Crash Landing and Rebirth]

He had seen creatures with three jaws tear apart his wingmen but this was a whole different level. “I thought you’d be wise enough given your newly acquired status to understand that there is no escaping this,” Elektris was speaking directly to Viper, “all the gods have fallen. How do you possibly think you can stop me now. You are merely part god and part human. It’s like the start of a bad joke!” Elektris advanced forward and everyone took a few steps back. “I could end your lives in an instant. By just a wave of my hand. Like this—”

"I don’t need your pity. I don’t need your sympathy. I’m broken, do you understand? There’s nothing you can do." Her eyes met his without hesitation, unwavering and calm. "You’re not broken. You can heal." He chuckled bitterly, a dark sound that reverberated through the room. "Heal? I’m a cripple. You don’t heal from this. I’ve been to doctors, to specialists, they all said the same thing. I’m stuck like this." She crouched beside him, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. "They said it was impossible because they didn’t believe. But I believe in you. I know you can stand again."

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.” Kael’s fists dug into the marble beneath him, cracks spreading like veins through its surface. “She is more than you will ever understand,” he snarled, the words raw, jagged. “More than this hollow existence you call divine.” The assembly rippled with disdain, a wave of voices sharp as knives. The All-Father stepped closer, his golden spear glinting like a shard of the sun. “Your love is an abomination,” he spat. “And for it, you will be cast down, stripped of your divinity. You will roam the earth as a beast—neithe

But the damn wheelchair wasn't cooperating as fast as I wanted it to. “F**k!” I yelled, looking at my useless legs, willing them to somehow magically move. Gripping the sides of the wheel chair, I tried to raise my torso. The pain came in quickly, sweeping through my muscles in sharp waves. “F**k me!” My voice came out in a whimper, like a wounded dog. “That damn truck driver… I hope he rots in jail.” “Mr Ivan.”

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Even though he tried to move his core so it wouldn't be slashed, in his current position, how could he protect his core? "Destroy it!" The war god's hand quickly pounced on the stone giant's core and, with a strong grip, crushed it into pieces. Thus, no giant could rise again after the destruction of its core. Now, around Xiao Chen, there was no life left, only the corpses of monsters lying in the room, the smell of blood, and Xiao Chen's gaze fixed on the large door in front of him.

" Veronica was left speechless, her face twisted with resentment as she glared at me. … Three days later, Veronica's wedding and mine were held at the same hotel. In the dressing room, she glanced at my wedding dress with a mocking smile. "Even if you dress beautifully, what's the point? You're still marrying a cripple who can't stand. "Oh right, a cripple can only sit in a wheelchair. He probably won't be able to satisfy you in bed either. How pitiful. You'll have to take the initiative, won't you? "I also heard he doesn't have much time left. Once you marry him, you might end up a widow for life. Unlike me—I have Lex's love, and we even have a child together."

The metal had solidified. It wasn't white-hot anymore. It wasn't the matte-black of standard iron. It was a perfectly smooth, heavy ingot the size of a coffin. But it didn't reflect any light. Looking at it was like looking at a hole cut out of the universe. It was a solid block of localized, infinite hunger. "Gods," Cord breathed, slowly letting go of the frozen crucible and shifting back to his human form, his chest heaving as he stared at the ingot.

Several minutes later, I leisurely dialed the emergency number. “Hello, 911? An old lady passed out here. “Yes, no rush. Take your time.” Rosemary was paralyzed. She suffered from hemiplegia, a twisted mouth, and incontinence. With no money to hire a caregiver, she had to be taken back home. Jasper remained locked up while he awaited sentencing for large-scale fraud and gambling charges. Lily, however, was released after pinning all the blame on Jasper and Rosemary. She went back to that house not to care for her mother-in-law, but to gather valuables and run.