Deity Bladerunner Novels & Stories

“…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.

The deity appeared different from any that Adrian had met before—it had long, curly brown hair, a prominent nose, blue eyes, and a broad beard framing its face, and it bore no resemblance to the people from the central lands. The deity wore a white linen robe as he stood quietly behind the group. As soon as the deity's phantom appeared, Adrian felt a profound sense of guilt and fear rising from his heart. It was as if he were an unforgivable sinner, completely vulnerable to the deity's judgment. At that moment, he felt utterly helpless.

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

I don't move, much less breathe, which he seems to take as an encouragement to go on. “From what I was told, it is not going to be a normal war. It is going to be brought on by… by a… I mean… it's a…” “Deity,” I supply. “What?” “Deity. Void specifically. That is his name.” “What- how? How did you know that? I had only just gotten… wait. She told me that someone… a couple would lead the charge. A descendent of the goddess herself and her mate. Are you-”

one of Draven's warriors muttered under his breath, gripping his weapon tighter as he scanned the surroundings. "It’s the deity’s influence," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "The closer we get, the stronger it becomes." Draven’s jaw tightened. "Then we keep moving." But even as we pressed on, I felt it—a presence in the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was the deity. It had to be. The visions came in flashes, like flickers of lightning behind my eyes—an ancient being, its form massive and terrifying, eyes glowing with a power that defied understanding. It wasn’t just watching us—it was waiting for us. Preparing.

Rage because I lacked freedom in my own community - a wicked deity has the final say over my life at the moment. Rage because I'm about to be used as a sex slave to a wicked deity who deserved to be punished, destroyed, and not to be given pleasure. Rage because I am an innocent virgin who committed no crime by choosing to be a virgin. Fear because I am about to stand face to face with a deity who has been existing since the time of my forefathers. I began to imagine what his face looked like, the size of his phallus that has sent many virgins to their untimely death. I was scared half to death, but my courage and mission overpowered my fears. I turned, bid my mother farewell, and departed w

If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it. Blinking in surprise, he responded in the Rhuhi that his people used in their wolf form. He'd never heard of a human mate being able to use the silent language before. We will not be going to Valhalla this day, if I have anything to do with it, min elskede. I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win.

He started saying but all I could do was watch him talk. "You have quite the outstanding powers given to you by the divine beings and goddess of our forefathers... Yet, to be earnest Destiny, I haven't seen anything like yours before I mean I don't know Destiny but rather I have perused abilities like yours and your power is just so exceptional—Diffrent. And I believe you are the one to stop the Devil himself." He said, looking me deeply. "You are a goddess, Destiny, a water goddess" he added and I was shocked.

“Mommy! It’s cold! The quiet uncle is gone!” The emergency lights flickered on—not the white light of the Watchers, but a terminal, necrotic red. Ryan stood ten feet away, his bio-synthetic face half-melted, the machine underneath exposed by the power surge. He looked like a nightmare. He looked like the logic I had once trusted, now revealed to be a graveyard. “You broke heaven, Phoenix,” Ryan whispered, his bionic eye spinning frantically. “No,” I said, drawing my silver blade, the metal glowing gold with the resonance of three dead Primes.

They were cut off, their Founder was dead, and their fleet was currently being devoured. Dax climbed onto the ruined knee joint of the fallen Avatar of Sol, making sure every soldier in the plaza could see him. He raised his phased combat knife, the iridescent blue Origin-Code blazing like a beacon in the creeping darkness. "Listen to me!" Dax bellowed, his voice echoing off the black glass of the Citadel. "Your god is dead! Your ships are burning! If you keep fighting us, you die in the mud! If you run, the void deletes you!"