Deity Bladerunner Novels & Stories

The space crumbled downwards, revealing the light of Hell underneath. And like a fallen deity heralded with fire and brimstone, it came from below. The humanoid entity that resembled a man floated a few centimeters above the repairing ground, its bright orange eyes fixated at the leading monster. All of the creatures present were empowered at its presence, their eyes glowed red and their fangs and claws, longer. He was half naked, the features of his body were finely chiseled and expected of a god like himself. His shoulder length hair matched the color of dried blood--ruddy brown to the point of becoming maroon. His body was decorated with tattoos that only his followers or creations would

For the first time in hours, the tide turned — not through strategy, but through faith. The Hunters faltered. The rogues hesitated. The Moonfire had changed the field — and the world knew it. High on the ridge, Draven watched the silver blaze with narrowed eyes. The light reflected in his irises like twin moons. “So,” he whispered, “the goddess finally wakes.” Beside him, Naira frowned. “You said she could destroy him. But what if she destroys you?” Draven smiled faintly. “Then she will be worthy of me.”

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

Alexander rasped, his hand tightening around the hilt of his broken blade. "She is a sequence of failing data points," the drone replied, its voice the cold, synthesized tone of the High Arbitrator. "By dispersing her core, she has initiated a permanent decay. She is no longer a goddess, Alexander. She is a virus being slowly purged by the system. Surrender the mimicry device, and we will ensure your transition is... painless."

All these bladed weapons gleamed with uncanny lights, either poisoned or laced with some damaging powers. A deity was an upgraded version of their former selves. Humans were known for their intelligence. But there were also other species in the records that were known for their wits. Even if they were not, the long life that they would live would guarantee an increase in wisdom since they would meet with different people and encounter various situations. Ley could see that the other party had more battle experience than him. ‘The cunning glint in his eyes showed that he knew that new Anitos have various limits.’

"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

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”

And the Prophet—inside Lerder—stepped forward. “You heard it,” he said, smiling with lips that weren’t his. “You remember it.” She looked up, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to.” “But you already do,” the Prophet whispered, stepping closer. “You’re not a person. You’re a god made forgotten.” The flame in the basin pulsed once. A binding blade, forged of memorysteel—capable of sealing a soul inside a body. A mirror shard, still carrying a trace of her erased timeline.

“No.” The flame presses harder, trying to crush my will to dust. I move forward anyway. I will not kill her. Not for prophecy. Not for gods. The fire bows. --- I step from the altar’s heart, smoke curling from my skin. In my hand — a bone blade, heavier than steel, runes crawling its length. One word pulses with light: Nyxara. The beast lowers its head. “Then you are bound to her, in life and ruin. Carry that blade well… for the gods will call it blasphemy.”