Novel & Cerita Dreadgod

he was on the other side of the room looking through the blinds in an instant He's obviously some sort of mythical creature based on how quickly he moves and his bodily appearance, but why would a God be in my house? "Oh, you're serious?" I questioned more to myself, "So you're Hades?" I ask him I saw him tense before in a flash he was back in front of me and right in front of my face, "Do not call me Hades," he told me darkly My eyebrows furrow, "But isn't that your name? Mika said your name was Hades, not Death," I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze.

He loves the place as well. Tagaytay has an average humidity of 78%, making the city cooler than Metro Manila. It is not yet congested and it has a better view indeed. Seeing Kristina in deep sleep, Luther plays his song for her on his car MP5 player.... Born for You by David Pomeranz... "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation

he chuckled before disappearing into the dark mist. I was left there alone, devastated, shocked. What he meant by this terrifying dungeon-like place is his real world? Isn't it more like the netherworld where life doesn't exist! I thought about looking around my surroundings. The strange wailing of souls was reverberating inside my ears. After some time later, I understood. ' Drystan was an evil god who does what he wants to. He went against the law of nature and brought me to life countless times. He's a lonely god who knows how to be full of himself. He never intends to be guided...'

“Somehow I knew he was going to be an Australian Aboriginal, but in fact I was only confirmed this when I began to compose his special connection with the creation spirits of the Dreamtime and with your totemic animal. With a spirit world that—” He stopped. — Well, that exists or does not exist? The audience looked at him mesmerized. By this time, all chairs were occupied and some people were standing at the back and sides. "I mean, is there a god or a spirit?" Damien continued. — Yes, there is. minds of people who believe. But what about measurable, scientific, real reality?

Mordaen. The name had become synonymous with fear and betrayal in their pack, but still, so little was known about the man himself. Some said he was an ancient werewolf, a relic of a time long forgotten, when power was everything, and mercy was a sign of weakness. Others believed he was a myth, an idea born from fear itself. But Rayka knew better now. She had faced him, had seen the calculating malice in his eyes. Mordaen was real—and he was coming for everything she held dear.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

I am Elio Ganovese. I am the Don of the Ganovese family. People fear me and tremble at the mere mention of my name, and I am an all-powerful god. Thus, I reign as a master without sharing with an iron hand. People throw themselves at my feet to obtain even a word from me, a gesture, or a look to give meaning to their mediocre existence. And here I am today in my office. I am not moving, waiting like a pathetic sub-shit for the slightest word from Lucia.

“ you are just saying this because you are a full werewolf ,you know am an hyprid and my parents made us serve the moon goddess but never for once had she the alpha who hates me come up for me ,I had always been in terrible situation but she never does card abd I would never pray to get agsin ,am an hyprid and I serve myself I don't care about any god,I am my own god