Drops Of God Book Novels & Stories

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.

he said, “you burn out. Whatever’s inside you, the thing that fuels the Starbrand, that silences the god, it consumes you. Entirely.” Her voice, barely audible: “And if I spare her, ” “She kneels,” he said. “The mirror-children collapse. The armies fall quiet. The war ends.” A pause. “But the God Below rises.” She didn’t flinch. Didn’t cry. Only gravity filled her lungs. Kael closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, something had cracked behind them. “I'm certain enough,” he said softly, “that I wrote your name in the Book of Endings.”

Red wine spilled across the floor like a trail of blood. He stared at me, face draining of all color, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. Hilary, too, stumbled back, as if she’d just seen a ghost in broad daylight. Meeting his disbelieving eyes, I walked toward him, one steady step at a time.

The god’s form flickered, then disintegrated into streaks of golden energy that rained down across the plains like falling stars. When the light faded, silence fell. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and ash. Sylra stumbled toward us, her hair disheveled, her face pale. “You didn’t kill it,” she said softly. “You scattered it.” I nodded weakly, my whole body trembling. “I know.” Aaron wiped dust from his jacket. “Great. So now instead of one god, we’ve got a thousand tiny ones floating around?” Edward’s hand tightened on mine. “We’ll find them before they reform.”

With Paramount ease, I lifted my self above ground levels, walked over to the God and made him watch as I perhaps, ended him. I pushed his head to his back side and watched the wound so eagerly, I took my hand deep unto his back slowly. His iris lingering over his white eyes as a tear rolled down from it. I felt a bone that seemed to be his spine and I ripped it out of his back. Suddenly, the environmental contrast and liveliness dropped as soon as I turned off the spark. The body of the god dropped to the floors and I descended towards Steven. "I just need one honest answer from you, who is Hilda to you?" My question rose awe in his face as well as confusion before the ...

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

— That's the problem, I don't know anything about him — I confess. “Yeah, well, that could be a problem I have the answer to,” he says, as he takes a small book out of his pocket. The small book fits easily into the palm of his hand, and he hands it to me. I open the first page of the black leather bound book, which has nothing on the cover, and inside are detailed pages filled with writing and paintings of moons much like the marks on my neck. — Do you want to read? It's the story of the forbidden god and everything he stands for. - Yes. I mean thank you. You wrote this? I ask. He shakes his head without saying anything else. I look down at the book and start reading about this forbidden go

I couldn't believe I was tricked, and all this sham about a goddess I didn't believe in had made me a fugitive. Tears started pooling in my eyes as I stared at both the stranger and the orb I had placed on his chest. I wanted to remove it, but I prayed for the last time that this thing might work on him. My faith in the entire thing was very little, but I hoped that Goddess Natalí heard my plea as I placed it back with a small prayer. My tears dropped on the orb, and before my eyes, it started melting while shining brightly. It became a liquid substance and wrapped itself around my fingers like a cat demanding attention from its owner.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”