Disquiet Gods Audiobook Novels & Stories

Darkness erupted from the abyss in catastrophic waves while enormous black chains surged upward through the broken floor and wrapped around one of the attacking gods midair. The divine being screamed as shadows consumed its golden light. Not extinguishing. Feeding. The Hollow King pulled sharply downward. The god vanished into the abyss. The scream stopped instantly. Silence followed. Heavy. Terrible. The remaining gods froze. Eleanor’s blood ran cold. The Hollow King swallowed. The realization spread visibly across the chamber. The god was gone. Not dead. Consumed. The Hollow King sighed contentedly beneath the mountain. “Still delicious.” Father Matthias vomited.

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

It is a single, breathing entity. What I felt radiating from the horizon was the exact opposite. It was a million isolated frequencies, grinding against each other with zero lubrication. It was the sound of a million gears screaming in the dark. A suffocating, dense architecture of ambition, greed, profound loneliness, and industrialized apathy. "Hold the iron," I shouted back down the deck to the six other Resonators. "Brace! The frequency is chaotic! Do not let it enter your chest, ground it into the keel!"

THE VOICES SHE HEAR CHAPTER 71 [To where their bond lies is to where they meet, embarking an encounter both of them had not expected…] The rotten smell, the disarray, and a state of a benevolent abhorred life she led. Flies swarmed, they fed on the corpses in a lump, mutilated pieces to which not, thus further beyond recognition. Dimly lit luminesce, plunged pit on a brink of delirium. Germa felt like the sanity she had was slipping away. This time, it was beyond being redeem. Far from, further away on the chase she haven’t had any strength left. A long run she no longer had the will to live. Moreover, she could hear—Germa was beginning to hear the voices. Loud, and low—crystal clear, the co

I even wondered, what if Eric's mother is stored inside one of these holes, how could we find her. The abyss rumbles around me signifying its depths, small insistent whispers of madness could be heard even inside the bubble. It whispers to go deeper, to seek truth, and to seek power, it whispers temptation to whoever hears it and be dammed by its false promises. The deeper you go the louder the voices, the more you feel yourself turning into insanity. I stopped in my tracks the sextant was floating near my chest, a foreboding feeling made me agree to Eclaireuse's suggestion, whatever it is that lives deeper from this point, I am not ready to encounter such creatures.

I wanted to laugh in their faces, to spit at their mortal threats, to tell them that gods had no need for bread or water. But then… Growl. The sound tore through the silence, low and sharp, like an animal stirring in its cage. My stomach betrayed me. An ache twisted through my gut, hot and humiliating, a weakness I had not felt in centuries. Hunger. A mortal hunger, crawling across my body like shame. The maids smirked at the sound, their eyes glinting with quiet triumph. “There now,” one of them whispered, her voice soft as silk but cutting like glass. “Even gods need to eat.”

Wearing only a bathrobe, Jodie rushed down and threw herself into his arms, exclaiming, "Thanks, Carter!" It took me a moment to realize Carter's words hadn't been for me. "Hey, Regina. Do you like the gift I got you? A psychologist in Minoria recommended it. It's supposed to help with your condition…" Not wanting to hear another word from her, I started walking toward the stairs. But out of nowhere, Carter stepped forward and blocked my way. "Can't you at least say thank you to Jodie?" he whispered. As I looked back, I saw the empty condom box still sitting beside the gift.

The cracks seal as if they had never been. I push myself upright, dizzy. A thin line of blood trails from my nose to my lip. My knees ache from kneeling; my palms burn from pressing into the weave. But the echo does not fade. Some are cut to bleed. --- The Divine Court of Solara Far above, the high chamber where the gods gather trembles with a pulse that halts every voice mid-sentence. The God of War’s sword-hand freezes. The Goddess of Oaths looks to the sealed doors with something dangerously close to fear.

Davy's alluring voice rang out in his ears. A few seconds later, Blaine felt wet tongue on his ear, rolling and licking as the lips descended going down his neck and shoulder blade. While the lips and tongue worked their magic in making him shudder, Davy's hand on his crotch began to make invasive movement. "Shudder, I'd love to see you do so as you cum in my hands while moaning my name." "Dav~" **Flashback Ends** Blaine released a sharp breath Just the thought alone of what had transpired between himself and Darkhold's god already made him hot.

Being questioned was not something he desired, something obvious as his eyes darkened once again. "Goodness exists. But it pales in comparison. The Gods created man in their image after all, but in my view that was a mistake, only one hu..." He froze, turning abruptly to spoke the words that were about to leave him and Isaac felt the tension clamp his body, inwardly willing him to speak more but he didn't, and wasn't about to. Below the waters churned turbulently as the drains burst, unable to cope with the fluid, forcing up foul debris and corpses of drowned rats that lay below.