Crippled God Novels & Stories

Immediately after, he grabbed Hades’ hand and exerted great force. Crack! The bones cracked. “Argh!” Hades cried out in agony. His eyes bulged, and his face contorted in pain. Then, James broke all of Hades’ limbs and tossed him aside like a rag doll. Everyone was dumbfounded. “Is he crippled?” The Patriarch of the Johnstons had cultivated for decades before arriving at the sixth rank. Now, he was completely crippled. Kennedy’s face turned pale upon seeing this. “You…” Eyes full of hatred, Yumi glared at James and roared, “How dare you, James?!”

​My mind screamed the truth, fast and clear, shattering my fear and replacing it with a cold, terrifying calculation: The crippling injury is a lie. ​Alpha Ronan Thorne, the terrifying Night God, was not broken. He was pretending.

Dad laughed a bit. “You didn’t want to get married to him?” he asked, and I nodded. “He was supposed to be married to Katie, but they all refused and forced me to marry him because he was crippled. They must be regretting that by now,” I said, shaking my head. “Crippled?” he asked, and I nodded my head again. “It is a long story,” I said, and he understood. “Hopefully, you will tell me all about it one day,” he said, and I smiled.

‘We are capable of being monsters,’ he corrects, as if it makes a difference. But that’s the most terrifying part. The rogues didn’t know what they were doing. They weren’t evil by design. Just… broken. Unhinged. Lost to whatever darkness snapped the tether between man and beast. There’s no reasoning with a creature like that. No trial. No mercy. And yet— ‘This wasn’t madness,’ Creed growls. ‘It was orchestration. Those rogues were created.’ I nod. He’s right. He always is, when it counts. The Goddess shows him slivers of what lies beneath, but never the full truth. Only flashes. Instincts.

“I just love my creations, don’t you, Selina?” The goddess in question shrugs like it’s none of her business but in the next second her eyes narrows. “I don’t like one of your creations called Fate.” Fate laughs out without any humor. “Is this the one you were talking about? The one who somehow created us. Humans are creating supernaturals now.” His sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed by the human and she scoffs. “Of course, when I give my creations the freewill they will turn away from me and think that they became gods on their own.”

he whispered, swallowing a bitter lump. One person in a million? Well, I think I was the second one in history, then? "But that person was left nearly crippled.." He squeezed out, his eyes reddening at his words and reading the room, my heart clenched. He couldn't have been talking about himself, could he? But he wasn't crippled...Crippled. . I bitterly clenched my fingers at the words. I had come to hate that name and everything attached to it.. From Jake's words the other day, Sabrina had been crippled too.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

"But Raymond St Daniels is still in a coma, how is it possible for me to marry him?" Both parents exchanged a secret glance. Her mother was the one that spoke up. "Raymond St Daniels has awaken from his coma. But the doctors said he'll be crippled for the rest of his life." Mari's heart felt like it had turned to ice. He's awake? Crippled? For the rest of his life? The words echoed in her mind, sending a chill take hold of her entire being. She felt a flutter in her chest. Dancing butterflies in her stomach. Excitement or foreboding, she couldn't say which.

Always. But it never worked on him. He had no mercy or love to give. That was the one thing the so-called genuiuses forgot to programme into his game-style code of zeroes and ones. He was a cruel teenager - one who had existed since the dawn of time in this strange land of Alphas and Gods. Miaka was the only female left - so he would be stupid to let her lie - for if she did there would be no new blood to torture - and the teen God loved to torture them.