Deity Bladerunner Novels & Stories

Rey, leading the charge, engaged with adversaries who sought to thwart their advance. Her eyes glowed as she swung her sword, each strike carrying the weight of her newfound role. The army behind her fought fiercely, inspired by the potent energy that Rey emanated. The clash was fierce, and the battlefield became a canvas painted with the struggle for dominance. Deucalion, observing from the midst of his forces, recognized the shift in dynamics. "The Alpha has changed, but we won't yield. Hold your ground!" Seraphina, beside Rey, channeled ancient magic to create protective barriers and unleash powerful spells against their foes. Hyperion, in his Lycan form, tore through enemy lines with unm

The wind caught the white fragments, carrying them away into the haze. "Now your biology matches theirs." Nergal looked down at the grey rags. His upper lip curled, his facial muscles pulling back into a rictus of disgust. "I am not a Null," he hissed. His voice was a high-pitched vibration of pure hate. "I am a deity." "Deities do not experience thirst," I said. I pulled a canteen from my belt. The metal was old, dented, and cold against my palm. I shook it; the liquid inside produced a heavy, rhythmic sloshing. I tossed it at his feet.

My intelligence screams at my instincts to run, telling me that even if I returned to the arena ground, what was the possibility that I would make it back alive? But I am not a coward. Even before I acquired my power, I didn't shy away from the fighting, even now that I feel invisible to humans. The night was still. The wind that had been beaten with such violence down the desert hard floor to the north had fallen, followed by a murmuring of the air in the night. Even though the whistles of the wind were enough to send fear down an ordinary human's spine, I am different. I am not the former Red Reed, but I am now a new version. I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wi

Kya takes the opportunity to loosen his grip and pull out another pistol, but by the time he picks it up, Harrison is aiming at Eden's head, as his mother can't do anything because her hands are tied. Shit! -Get up. -indicates them both. They do not obey. -Don't move you son of a bitch- Kya says furiously. He holds the gun as if his life depended on it and he has trouble breathing. I also aim at his head, getting closer and closer. We are both pissed off. And both Kya and I have quite a strong character. So this bastard has gone where it least suited him. twenty The blades of a helicopter are heard on the roof. It is your escape route. Already there.

When he opened them again he was back in the grand hall of Reinhold in the shadows, he watched contently as the last members of Divine Victory drew their weapons against Terribor Strife who waited patiently on his throne. His men slowly approached out of the shadows, donned in black and blood red outfits with a mask of a rabid dog. “My orders are to stay in the shadows and not to engage”. Shreftwood stepped forward “You will pay for your crimes Terribor Strife!” Terribor stood from his throne and clicked his fingers, more silhouettes began appearing round the edges of the room. “Will I Shreftwood Swiftrunner? Or will you?!” “I am Death”, Severance whispered again.

While there, they could perceive the Blade Hero’s life story. Within the Blade Hero’s consciousness, the one thing they saw the most often was the face in front of them. Although the visage had grown older, what was long rooted in the Blade Hero’s consciousness could never be forgotten. “You are Quinn Newman.” Tyr raised his hand and pointed in the Reverend’s way “It seems you already know everything.”

” Evander told Anubis and Wepwawet. “What else can she do?” Reilly asked anyone who would answer. Reilly was trying to keep himself calm. Reilly knew of the prophecies he read many books about the wolf they call Rana. Reilly didn’t think any of it was real, not this kind of real anyway. Reilly was also remembering something about being immortal. Reilly was realizing he was marked and mated to the most powerful deity of the Supernaturals. But why?

"From the altar texts... they're behind this. Worshippers of the Hollow as a deity. They see us as... instruments." I nodded grimly, the pieces falling into place. The inverted crescent on the reanimated husks and the message demanding the Vessel and the Blade all pointed to this forgotten cult rising from obscurity to claim their god's rebirth. "We track them," I decided, my tone leaving no room for debate. "Before they strike again. But you're not going alone, Lyra. The heir... It's too risky." She met my gaze, defiance sparking despite her exhaustion. "I'm the Vessel, remember? If anyone's ending this, it's me, with you."

The Battle-Droids raised their weapons for the final execution volley. THOOOOM. A massive sound shook the cavern. Everyone stopped. The ground trembled. Above the magma pit, the giant DEUS Machine—the 20-foot tall liquid metal god—moved. It tore its massive head free from the cables. Its eyes flickered rapidly. Red... Red... BLUE. The Machine looked down. It didn't look at Jackson. It looked at the Scientist. "System Update Complete," The Machine spoke. Its voice wasn't robotic. It sounded like two voices layered together—a boy and a girl.

“…even if that person claims to be her mother.” Another person burst into the room but this time it was not in her vision but it was the inn keeper, his sudden presence distracted Syrana and the vision slowly faded away. She fumed and her anger grew, Ryder’s intent was to keep her away until he was able to sacrifice her, the man was just as ruthless as his father. But she would never allow her daughter be sacrificed to feed the unjustifiable hunger of a death god.