Disquiet Gods Audiobook Novels & Stories

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

The silence didn’t end when the gods vanished. It lingered—thick, humming, almost tender. Like the world was holding its breath, afraid to exist again. I stood where the light had devoured everything. The ground was no longer solid but soft and warm, pulsing faintly beneath my bare feet. When I looked down, the ash glowed with veins of silver—threads that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. The gods were gone, but their whispers hadn’t died. They had simply… settled inside me.

He freed my hand for a minute to repeat the same words that Cordelia made me recite, and then she was back standing in the middle of the other six oracles. But my headache returned, and along with it a terrible feeling. I wasn’t sure what it was but I was determined not to close my eyes else I’d be plagued with images of Donovan’s filthy hands on my body. Another round of sweat broke out my skin and whilst the oracles were in the middle of their communication with the goddess, I felt my heart starting to hammer in my chest, it was so loud I feared others could hear it. “That’s it,” Draven’s voice cut into the air, unable to stand my discomfort anymore “I’m stopping this ridiculous –”

dying. It freezes me to my core and breaks my heart and soul as I stumble over my own feet and the devastation around me. Pain and suffering bleeds from the bricks and morter of the walls as tears well in my eyes. 'What has happened to this once beautiful home?' It's a ruin of it's once former glory, oh goddess, what has happened? And why.. why is it so quiet? There are no crys, no howls for help, just sadness and pain seeping out, trying to suffocate me. Have our people truly given up on us, given up on us coming to save them? I feel myself falling away, this nightmare of a place that was once my sanctuary, my home dissolve into pure darkness when a hollow, cackling laugh ripples out. It wa

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

AVA’S POV Fear, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced made my skin crawl and my heart lodged in my throat. Vincenzo pulled the trigger. He did. He wanted to have me killed, wasn’t that his intention? But why was I still alive? Why was I hearing the sound of my heartbeat drumming in my ears, loud and clear? I was lost in trance, lost in a world of my own with the sound of my heartbeat the only thing I could hear and feel.

Her hands trembled slightly as she continued: "Through hidden hand and stolen word, Tell me where the book was heard. Which soul defied the sacred vow, And holds the blackened magic now. By blood of old, by truth concealed, Let now the secret be revealed!" The wind grew stronger. The dust spun faster. A strange hum filled the room, like a low whisper coming from the walls. Emily gasped softly. Jason moved to shield her, but Sonia raised her hand slightly, eyes still closed. "Don't stop it," she said in a strained voice.

I’d been through seven foster homes. Before each one sent me away, they stopped answering my questions, stopped looking at me, and let the house grow silent. I couldn’t stand that kind of silence. So I became someone who talked too much. When my biological mother finally brought me into the powerful Moretti family at seventeen, I tried even harder to make people like me. Within one day, I knew the guards’ birthdays, the school nurse’s favorite podcast, and where my classmates kept their emergency medication. My stepsister Bianca called it manipulation. My stepbrother Luca called it an addiction to attention. To cure me, he ordered my entire school and family not to speak to me for seventy-tw

The sound of her reassuring voice calming the panic that had begun to creep up on me. As I relaxed, my brands came alive, glowing a brilliant, emerald green as they worked to absorb the magic the earth was feeding me. When the process was complete, I could hear a hum emanating from the forest. I closed my eyes and focussed on the sound... it wasn't a hum, it was... some kind of chanting. "Can you hear that?" I asked the others. All three nodded in unison. I wasn't hearing things, at least. "What is it?"

Everything around us went black, and for some reasons, this felt nostalgic for me—or more like a déjà vu as if this void and I had some memories to share. As she whispered something to me, my eyes grew bigger after hearing it. She then disappeared afterwards, leaving no traces behind. I was left alone in this dark place, until I heard a cacophony of voices in my mind. I covered my ears and knelt on the ground as tears welled up in my eyes upon hearing those irritating—agonizing voices. “My fate is my fate and their fate is just their fate. No one can ever change the decision of the gods.” As soon as the voices vanished, I slowly opened my eyes and I was welcomed by a dark room with a window,