Disquiet Gods Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Today is the day I've been waiting for, for the past two years now. . . .” In that split-second, Anderson finally saw the eccentric peculiarity that had been going through his head. Before he could even fabricate more words, he head processed the remaining parts of Dr. Archer's words, “Now, you'll get to watch me become a real life cyborg!” They all began to clap their hands. Anderson used this increase in noise to send for the bird of Jove to record everything happening. Done, the bird on receiving this message, found a way through the ceiling and located the room they were in. As it sat on that corner, it began to record what was happening.

Alec another of the Gods says. Odell stare on Alec gives a warning signal, and if not for the reason of the two being mutual friends, Odell would have had a counter conversation to add. "The only thing we can do now is to find out who in heavens name knows how to kill a God?" Darius, the fifth God in the room spoke while all attention lay on the late king lying on the bed. "Do you think it could be a human or a demon?" Barak asked. "What human would have the knowledge about killing a God, that's impossible." Odell replied first to Barak.

“Never mind. Forget about it, since First Elder Cabello is so distrusting of us. But there are some things that you just can’t discover on your own!” Quentin waved his hand, clearly unhappy. “That’s right. You’ve been holding on to that book for a very long time now, but you still haven’t found anything after all these years. I think that book just contains records of medicinal treatments and pill formulas, but it won’t be much help in finding a way to break into the ultimate god realm!”

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

I demanded. It didn’t answer. Instead, it began to fade. Not vanish instantly this time but slowly, like it was being pulled away from this world. No! I stepped forward. Answer me! Its voice echoed one last time, softer now, distant. The gods are no longer watching. A pause. They are hunting. And then, it was gone. The silence that followed was heavier than before. Oppressive. Suffocating. I stood there, chest rising and falling, my heart still racing as the last traces of its presence disappeared.

She fought not to shiver with revulsion, breathing deep through her nostrils. Child of the gods...the voices suddenly whispered from all around her, overlapping. They sounded like hissing snakes, and her breath hitched, a little startled. A gift from the gods... The promised child... Destroy the god’s heart... Mend it back together...They whispered continuously, over and over again, changing the order after each time. She peered at the Goddess with alarm, shocked to notice that she was still busy chanting those words, seemingly oblivious to the voices coming from all around them. Even Ares appeared unbothered, his posture firm as he faced her, peering down at her in that unnerving way of his

Every time she read he couldn’t help but wonder why the gods would drop such a child in their midst through their queen, several times he had gone to the priests and to the seers in the village who at the very beginning had been concerned too but none of them had any answer, none of them understood the way of the gods unless it was revealed to them and in this the gods were silent. “C-can I go now, sir?” Garius started to answer when a cry rent the air, at first it sounded like a sound of pain but as he listened closely it sounded like people were hailing and shouting praises. He frowned, for years there had been nothing worth hailing for so what was all the commotion about? Cleopoda frowned

Matif’s lungs screamed for air as his feet kicked helplessly. Kael’s anger flared. He hurled the frail, cloaked man aside like a ragdoll. Matif gasped for breath, wheezing as he tried to process the words that had almost cost him his life. Then it happened. A faint but disturbing frequency echoed through the room. Matif writhed on the floor, his eyes rolling back, blood suddenly gushing from his mouth. This was no ordinary sound. It was a message from the gods and he alone could hear and understand it.

“And I listened. I simply chose differently.” The second god—taller, colder—spoke next. “You are a mistake. A tear in the divine order. Your blood was never meant to exist.” “Then maybe,” Darius growled, stepping beside Ava, “it’s the order that’s broken.” The gods’ eyes flashed. “You dare speak in defiance?” Marcus raised his hand, magic glowing at his fingertips. “You expected us to kneel. Instead, we prepared.” The third god hovered higher, his voice like thunder over a sea.

he whispered. The earth split. Light exploded from him, searing through the trees, burning the very air. When the brilliance faded, silence returned. The Inquisitors lay scattered across the scorched ground, their armor fused to the soil. Soren fell to his knees, trembling. His breath came in shallow gasps. “That wasn’t you,” Travian’s voice murmured inside him. “That was the god.” Soren stared at his shaking hands. “And how long before there’s no difference?”