Novel & Cerita Demigod Books

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

"Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantly. Take and swear that you will keep your words after revealing the secret I have with you...take it." Ije stared at the wooden artifact. She stood up from her chair and took a step backward. The man stood up too and took a step forward. "Are you scared?" He asked.

“Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.” “So if this realm was created by Hephaestus, who created mine?” I ask, ignoring his comment about my intelligence. “Your world is known to others as Terra and was created by the goddess, Gaia.” Digesting this bit of information, I blurt out “That could be where the term ‘mother Earth’ comes from”. Xander laughs a little and shakes his head. “Maybe” He says. “So my next question, how the hell did you control me?” “Well … That one is a little harder to answer.” He says, reaching up to rub his chin. “

Without her, both my mother and I would have died that night. I was born with golden ichor in my veins. That was the King’s blood, and it meant I was no ordinary mortal but a demigod. My mother held me and wept for a long time. “Hebe,” she said, “you have divine blood now. That means you will never die, doesn’t it?” She did not know. The ichor could not save me. The year I turned three, Hera’s nephew, a demigod boy named Alcyoneus, fifteen years old and built like an ox, came upon me on the Sacred Stair of Olympus. He asked whose daughter I was. I said I was Semele’s daughter.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

Aaron's lips curved into a ghost of a smile when he felt the demigod. It was time. The shrouded demigod roared a sound that shattered trees and sundered stones. His eyes raged like two infernos of blood, locked onto them. A hand the size of a mountain reached down, clawed fingers dripping with black fire, aiming to crush them where they stood. Ophelia and Aaron moved as soon as his shadow touched the ground. Gold-white light glowed from the duo, cutting through the red haze. Channeling magic from the depths of the earth, Ophelia hurled it forward. A tidal wave of silver fire that roared like a star. It clashed against the demigod's descending hand, the impact shaking the land, forcing him to

Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less.

He then moved to stand in front of me to frame my face and said, "Sara … Tabitha and Keanu are hybrid Lycans. They also have magic in them and because they are our children they are demigods…" "Demi? Don't you mean hemigods, since you are a demigod?" I said, searching his gaze. He made as if he wanted to say something but changed his mind. A frown furrowed my eyebrows and my eyes darted in their sockets as I watched him keenly, wondering if he was hiding something from me.

I had to guide her the way to my paradise. I groan again when she stopped and responded to my calling. "Where are you?" She's asking me. Even her soft voice made me excited. "Follow my voice." I let my dark magic do the trick. "When you heard a hissing voice means you're almost there." I got up from my bed with my half naked body. I know their plans will fail on catching me. "That kid, if he knew what his family does." I'm referring to her friend or what should I call him, my rival! I could kill him anytime I want but he's father is a clever man. He's now the Gods of the Gods. Even me has no ability to control him but I had reasons why I let them live. This demon son of him was Lyca's offspr