Disquiet Gods Audiobook Novels & Stories

The doctor's voice was quiet, heavy. "Mr. Lousteau... I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Elroy pulled the sheet back, staring at my still face. His legs gave out. He hit the floor, mumbling over and over, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

They shake their head, “We can’t, but he can. But the level of malice within him was so consuming and was such a large part of him, that when he tore it from himself, it didn’t just disappear. It manifested itself into a living, breathing God, one equal in power and strength to Jartre. Almost like an evil twin.” I raise my glass and down the remainder of my wine, my mind feeling dizzy as I’m certain smoke must be coming out of my ears. When I glance down, my glass has magically refilled itself and already realising it’s Ezillus doing me a solid, I don’t question it, and instead down half the glass. “Might want to pace yourself there. I know you humans don’t hold your liquor all that well,” t

In that grief, I miscarried as well. From that day on, I fled Harbor City for Capital City, and my heart died completely. Only then did I understand. Celia Eckhart was no fragile innocent. She was a venomous snake that could kill without paying the price. The younger me would have screamed and demanded answers. I would have cursed her shamelessness. Now, only silence remained. I did not look at her again. I turned to leave. But Julian grabbed the strap of my bag and yanked hard. "Caroline, we've already lowered ourselves to beg you. Know when to stop!"

It was maybe a tad boring compared to my old life, but deep down, I knew that was exactly what I had been longing for. A fresh start, far from the fear and tension of my past. However, that peace was shattered on a sunny, serene afternoon. That day, just like any other, I was in the shop, arranging flowers. A sudden chill cast a shadow over me, and a voice I knew all too well whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Eleanor..." I snapped my head up, and the sight of Roman's face sent me spiraling into terror. My heart clenched as if caught in a vice, my breath coming in short gasps. Memories I had buried, the deepest and darkest kind, clawed their way to the surface.

"Grace... don't. Let me fade. Don't... don't become the cage." I looked at the ring on my finger. I looked at Julian and Florence, the only ordinary things left in the world. And then I looked at the man who had broken himself a dozen times just to see me smile. I reached out and took the book. The discharge was not white light or violet static. It was a silence so absolute it felt like the end of the world. The "True Weave" didn't just integrate; it consumed. I felt the God in the Mountain rush into my veins, the cold, calculated logic of a thousand servers mapping my heart.

The familiar sequence — key in the lock, the slight resistance of the door, the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Then Anne herself, stepping in with the exhaustion of someone who had been holding other people together all day. She dropped onto the couch. “Tell me the evening is going to be quiet.” “I made food,” Joy said. “You’re my favourite person.” They ate on the couch. No television. Just the quiet shift into evening. Joy was quieter than usual. “How was your day?” Anne asked. “Quiet. You?” Anne exhaled. “Tiring. One of my clients was having a harder day. Those ones stay with you.”

”I seem to be hungry all the time, so I’m thinking wolf on this one, and I keep getting fur balls in my throat," she teased. ”There will be more than one,” the voice spoke and this time there was no doubt to the amusement heard. Both heads shot up and turned to stare at the book. The voice actually chuckled, ”And more than one of each kind.“. Aquinna looked a bit terrified, “I will bless you with health throughout Aquinna, as your banter with Beecher often amuses me.” “I am in need of you on a different front. Are you willing to do the bidding of a few fickle gods?” the voice asked, confident in the answer he was to receive.

Emma hid her head in my cloak and I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’re fine Emma.” I said softly though I too was on edge. Eddy closed his eyes while Justin flipped a blade between his fingers. They were probably used to this feeling. The feeling of despair from just being near The Divide. “Where does it lead?” I questioned cautiously as we neared the gates on the far side. “Some say it leads straight to hell. Others believe the gods carved it into the land when they formed the mountains..” Justin spoke more to himself looking anxious.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti