Deity Bladerunner Novels & Stories

*Aranelda* I walked the room, slowly, looking at each weapon upon the wall. Each one had the mark of a Deity on them. Some Greek, some Roman, others Egyptian. There were even marks of the Orisha and Celtic Deities. I wondered if this was the training place of all the Gods and Goddesses. It would seem unbelievable that they would be able to coexist in such a space without feeling the need to battle for superiority. I jumped a bit as Helios laughed a bit. It was still very odd to hear others in my head and identify them as something other than imaginary beings or creations of insanity.

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

There was no way he could survive a stab from an enchanted dagger. Bellona also couldn't believe it. How was he not dead? How was he able to survive it. She felt depressed that she had failed her mission despite the years of training. Now Zephyr was never going to spare her. He'd kill her the moment he sets his eyes on her. "Alpha Zephyr has finally recovered and he's calling for him" The omega replied and Lucian's face paled. He was supposed to be happy but he was scared of what Zephyr would do on finding out that he defiled his order.

There was a shift in the air and a female figured materialized bathed in heavenly light, her senses went off again and she was assaulted with nothing but abject fear and uncertainty, Moira tried desperately to get a good look, but her physical features seemed to shift, ever changing and always obscuring her identity, the only thing that seemed constant were her eyes They shine a bright Gold, and when they looked at her them seemed to peer deep within her soul, judging and weighing it's sins "She'd always being a stupid girl!" She scoffed "How about her accomplice, where is he?!, I would love to sink a claw in his heart for daring to take my trophy!" "My connection to him his severed my lady!

“Didn’t I already tell you? I am between life and death. I am not alive like how you humans are, but I am also not from the realm of the dead.” “Yes, you told me that, but you didn’t tell me what exactly you are.” He shrugged. “Free to guess.” “I’m not good at guessing, so just tell me.” “Hmm…” His thumb and index finger grazed his jaw. “Let’s say I am a low rank deity.” Deity. I would have laughed if I didn’t witness myself what he’s capable of doing. But I’ve seen it. And I am desperate enough to risk everything I have just to save the only family left to me.

It does not need an Archangel to know what the entity is. A Luminary. "Shit!" He raised his radio. "All guns, at the Deity! Fire at will!" The guns, from rifles to artilleries, spoke as one and showered the Luminary with high ordnance. The V'rounian God deflected each bullets before moving away but the blast had thrown him a few feet away. "Vargak!" His brother called. "Are you alright?!" Vargak glanced at the God of the Skies, Jered, and nodded.

when her eyes widened in the next moment. An incredible scene appeared in front of them, so much so that everyone opened their mouths and swallowed the sound that was about to come out. But there was still a trace of surprise in their eyes, and then it covered thier whole faces. They saw the ferocious tall man rushing toward them with unparalleled momentum. The next moment, a sword light flashed and a head rose into the sky. The tall and strong survivor of the Inuit, who had reached the Deity Realm, was killed by one move in one second.

The eyes or facets shifted constantly, taking in every detail of the anomaly before them. The First Immortal’s voice echoed in her mind again. “These are the Architects. They hold the design of all realities. Fear is expected, but it will not save you. Trust the bond. Trust the Blade. Trust yourselves.” Seraphine inhaled, feeling the surge of energy between her and the immortal beside her. The Blade of Origin pulsed with their connection, carving a line of light through the shadows. The colossal Architect shifted, and a resonance struck her mind. Images of countless realities flashed before her threads of lives, worlds, civilizations, all vibrating in perfect order. And through it, she saw t

"Yes, didn't you even wonder that the Welches Sprites are very dangerous creatures but it came to you and didn't want to leave? Because his bloodlust was stopped when he met you. Here in Pandora, every continent has its deities. We are like gods, but we are not since we are not what they worship. All the deities are human bodies, except for Veneesha. This is the land of Fire and the deity of Veneesha is Welches Sprites. Maybe they say that the Welches have hunted Sprites so no one can see them, but haven't you ever asked yourself why out of all Fyro can get close to you are you?" I shook my head. "I asked myself but with so many questions and the mystery of my personality, I stopped. I just

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.