Deity Bladerunner Novels & Stories

Blakely “I feel like a pincushion.” I groaned, clinging to Draco’s frame as he gently lowered me into a hot bath. A hiss emerged from between my clenched teeth as the water hit the numerous wounds slowly healing across my body. It had taken my mates an hour to dig every fragment of glass from my back, ass, and thighs. Eventually, my mind wandered from the pain. My thoughts turned to Adira, Goddess of the Hunt, and her consort, Sirona, Goddess of Health and Healing.

The Omniscient Deity opened his mouth and addressed James with a low voice. As soon as James heard him, the Omniscient Deity had already appeared before him. Before he could even respond, the Omniscient Deity had already reached out and snatched the Primordial Dragon Blade from his hand. James was in disbelief. The Omniscient Deity snatched his sword, and James was unable to refuse. How strong was this person? The Omniscient Deity unsheathed the Primordial Dragon Blade. Suddenly, a terrifying force spewed forth from the Primordial Dragon Blade. The Omniscient Deity felt a burning sensation on his palm, which almost caused him to release his grip on the sword and toss it away.

It was a giant, multi-armed mechanical Buddha made entirely of jagged chrome, glowing red optical sensors, and writhing, exposed synthetic Qi-meridians. "ROGUE WEAVER," the horrific entity—the Grand Compiler—spoke. Its voice was a sickening, overlapping chorus of thousands of digitized screams. "YOU HAVE CORRUPTED THE DAO. WE WILL ASSIMILATE YOUR ORIGIN CODE AND REBUILD A FLAWLESS HEAVEN." "Flawless?" Caleb rumbled, stepping in front of Scarlett, his massive Sovereign claws extending. "You look like a walking junkyard." Scarlett stepped out from behind his broad back, her starlight brush spinning gracefully in the zero-gravity environment. The First Weaver looked at the mechanical abominatio

The gods' shadows were struck by the flames and turned to ash. "You're going to fail!" the deity warned. "I own him! His spirit is a part of the emptiness! I yelled, raising both hands, "No." "He is his property!" The god attempted to crush me as he descended like a falling moon. I sprang to my feet and pulled out the knife the Harbinger had handed me. I dashed forward, cutting through the closest shadow with the brightly glowing knife. The god let forth a cry. "What is your blade?" it exclaimed.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

Selene POV I suppose it was a good thing Aiden and I were interrupted before we could complete the mate bond. Obviously, there was much to consider, and the intrusion of the highlander was conveniently timed. I wanted Aiden more than I’d ever wanted anything before. But when Blake mentioned us going back to the pack and me being introduced as Luna, reality came crashing down around me. I was a deity, practically a goddess. Immortal. Aiden was a werewolf, a powerful one, but his life was as mortal as any human. We hadn’t even begun to consider what this union would mean for either of us.

Bellinor roared, but the Deity ignored him completely, shoving him into a cage where his voice was silenced, though he had a front-row seat to what was unfolding. Alinta trembled, thinking it was Bellinor and Onyx testing her. She knew she had to be careful. “Wh...who are you?” she whispered. “I am Raguel, the true deity and the only wolf capable of setting you free, my goddess,” he hummed, his eyes were glowing a fierce violet. “Th-the Rogue Deity?” Alinta asked fearfully, recognising the source of his eyes.

“At least seven high-tier gods have crossed the threshold. Their power is diminished, but don’t be fooled, each one can still erase a city.” Lyra didn’t look away from the sky. “Then we don’t let them gather.” The boy drew his blade fully now. It no longer glowed softly, it burned. “Pick a target.” A colossal figure descended directly ahead of them, slamming into the shattered plain in a cyclone of dust and molten rock. When the smoke cleared, the god stood revealed, tall, skeletal, armored in cracked obsidian, six broken wings dragging behind it. Its voice echoed like grinding mountains. “Dream-Bearer. Child of the Fold. Fallen One.”

He measured the edges of the room again, tested the silk on his wrist with a pulse, felt it answer like a second heartbeat his body had decided to adopt. “You think love is the weapon that will cut my curse,” Lunaris said. The light around her pulsed with the rhythm of a god checking her own temper. “It is the metal and the forge. It makes the blade and names the wound.” “Then you built an altar and blamed the worshippers for lighting candles,” Sienna answered. “Own your church.” Ryder’s gaze slipped to her, quick and proud. “Don’t negotiate. Command.” “I am,” she said, and faced the goddess fully. “End it.”

he proposed. Alpha Nolan wouldn't risk being in love again. She felt like being in bondage loving Cassandra "I'm already weakened by the uncalled for affection from her mother" Alpha Nolan shook his head. "There is something else. You can cut all her limbs" the Diviner seemed unserious. "Can she do the healing without them?" Alpha Nolan asked anxiously. "I'm not sure" he moaned. "But there is another one, she will die whenever she kills you. You will die together" the Diviner conveyed gladly. "That's good, isn't it?" he asked.