Deity Bladerunner Novels & Stories

She licked her chapped lips, she had been drained of blood in those seconds that her heart was finally pumping new ones and circulating it through her. Her legs felt like jellies and she almost crawled to the bed and sat down on it, she placed her hand on her chest one more time and closed her eyes, God, I’m alive, I am really alive, she thought as she covered her mouth with her hand as tears blurred her vision. Her father was the scariest men she had ever seen and she hated seeing him angry but this man, the man she just saw? She would gladly watch her father angry a million times than have another scene with that monster. It was as if his eyes were an empty vacuum, no, bottomless pit of he

the atmosphere seemed to call to her. The sphere pulsed. The runes on her desk ignited. Theo’s hand brushed her arm. “Steady—” But it was too late. The energy flooded through her veins like starlight turned liquid. Images flared behind her eyes—wolves made of constellations, a moon bleeding silver, and a woman’s voice whispering, Daughter of the stars… awaken. A rush of power tore free. Light exploded from the desk, scattering the class in a chorus of gasps. The sphere cracked down the middle, and from its core burst a silver wolf—ethereal, luminous, and very much alive.

She turned to face them, expression unreadable. “Welcome,” she said in a voice that was both mechanical and musical. “I’ve been expecting you.” Damien stepped forward, Aurora beside him. “Seraph, it’s over. Monroe is dead. You don’t have to follow his programming.” Seraph’s head tilted. “He is never truly dead. His design endures. As do I.” A panel on the far wall hissed open. From within, hostiles emerged—autonomous guardians, half-human half-machine, with limbs reinforced by alloy and neural links to Seraph’s command node.

Neron said. " No, No Neron...Akron is a moron and I know that, I just can't waste my Omnipotent time dealing with a puppet like him, I could just erase him from Existence right now but it won't be fun, I need to have fun " Derek said and he giggled. " What are you up to Derek? " Neron asked. " The Dark Blade of Light has been an Immortal slayer all this while, It can awaken dark and light beings from their slumbers with ease, I am Omnipotent right? I am just like the Creator but not like him Really "

He stated and I gasped. Antonio is the devil himself not the son! Even the devils son would have some kind of limitations and that's why Antonio can't be the devil's son, he is the devil himself. He has no limitations and though I've never considered murdering someone, if I was given the opportunity to kill him, I would and I won't even feel anything. He isn't human or a werewolf who had a heart, I feel like there was black and dark room where his heart is supposed to be.

I struggled to stand, my vision blurring, but the sight that met my eyes froze me in place. From the rift, a new entity began to emerge, its presence dwarfing even the dark force. It was a being of pure darkness and light, an ancient deity long forgotten, awakened by the relic's power. Gabriel's face twisted in horror as the deity's gaze fell upon him. "What have I done?" he whispered, the realization of his actions sinking in. The deity spoke, its voice a thunderous whisper that resonated through the very bones of the earth. "Mortals, you have tampered with forces beyond your understanding. Now, face the consequences."

It all seemed to mock my weakness. My mind replayed the altercation relentlessly. I saw Rykor's eyes, how they flickered with a mix of shock and something else, something I dared not name. His pack’s faces, previously bright with warmth, turned mute with disillusionment. Blood pounded in my ears as I curled onto the floor, my body racked with silent sobs. Anyone or anything I touched died. The marks on my skin stood as a grotesque testament to my cursed existence—a tattooed ledger of my sins. Could I ever escape the sense of dread, or would I forever be the Luna of Death, feared and isolated?

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

My mind also wandered to Sophia, Katniss, Canary, Tyra, and Aliya, and I fervently prayed for their protection. As for Dhruv, Asmodeus and Iblis, I knew there would be a backstory on how they were able to successfully live as the Kuipers. Before I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I thought about was the look of distraught on my father's face before he was turned into sand.