Deity Bladerunner Romane & Geschichten

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.

" Amara chuckled as her eyes turned dark but Gia closed her eyes as she was unable to understand a word what she was saying. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* In a room, a man was sitting wearing white from head to toe. He was the deity of piece and he looked the same as the deity of war.. He looked at the girl sitting in front of him, Moonbyul. The alpha sitting beside her was restless and looked in pain. "Angel, please help us. Where will we go now. Only you can help us." Sylvester did not want to say anything but he was pretty sure that Moonbyul could win Oscar by her acting.

After reciting an incantation thrice, he'd succeeded in summoning a deity in charge of handling the souls in the Netherrealm. Upon sight of the fierce and mighty deity, Duane's eyes shone. He expected nothing less from the expert he'd invited here. The Dracotigris Order lived up to its reputation; its members could really summon deities! Just as the deity was about to ask Dorthan why he was summoned, he looked down, accidentally catching sight of Landon, clad in a suit, gold-rimmed glasses on his face. The deity shuddered and vanished the moment Landon adjusted his glasses.

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.