Drops Of God Novels & Stories

The cool glass rested lightly against my fingers. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I whispered silently. Moon Goddess... Please let this work. Do not let us lose her. When I opened my eyes again, Dominic had moved closer. Though he remained silent, I could see the hope and worry battling within his expression. I uncorked the bottle carefully. Supporting Shantel's head gently with one hand, I tipped the bottle just enough for a single drop to fall against her lips. For a brief second, nothing happened.

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. Each name became a light. The lights filled the court. The gods on the rooftops lowered their heads one by one. Ava presented recordings: the bell-crowned god admitting knowledge, river spirits confessing rationed mercy, district gods sealing their names while people died. Below-Prayer trembled with every word.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

Gabby was in her room dreaming while smiling in her sleep, but suddenly she started crying and sweating, she opened her eyes still crying as she sat up o the bed. It was already morning, she looked at the time and it was six in the morning. She wipes off the tears in her eyes. "I need to stop this, I need to stop seeing you in my dreams." She said softly. "I shouldn't have met you, I shouldn't have." She covered her eyes crying. "This is so painful...when will you stop? If you would make me happy do, stop hurting me, please." "How did I become so pitiful even in my dreams." Gabby Soliloquize. This was not how she planned things, she has always been strong but meeting that one person seems

Ezra died and came back to life, died and came back to life, again, and again, and again. "This is the seventh loop I've been through, and I've come to a conclusion." *** The Great God sat on his majestic throne. In the vast room that felt empty and dark, he was alone, in silence. His cold eyes stared at the seven thin screens in front of him that displayed seven versions of the timeline he created. He stared coldly at them and furrowed his brows at the seventh screen. While the other six screens showed how chaos ensues, where the sky turns red, and the plains to the seas burn with fire, on the seventh screen, everything still looked so… peaceful.

Blake replied, not telling them he had read it in a manga once, and after trying, it had actually worked for him. “Wonderful, wonderful. I will be able to create more wonderful recipes. This one, for instance, with only one drop, you can jump a level in their Divinity realm. Unfortunately, it can only be consumed once. So I recommend it to be taken if one hits a bottleneck in one’s cultivation to the next realm.” Gerald said, looking at the golden liquid. “What did you call this?” Blake asked, looking at the golden liquid. “Divine Spirit Elixir,” Gerald said, transferring some into a smaller bottle and handing it to Blake. Here, this may come in handy with so many wives. But remember, only o

Hearing a series of pounding footsteps, he laughs, why does that old man come over every time he's so pathetic that he can't stand it, when will he be able to quiet him down a bit? The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos entered the Fire God's castle, loudly saying: "How can you not force it with force?" “Probably, but right now I can't focus my mind, if I try to concentrate my strength I'm afraid it will damage my body.” The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos reached out, placing the round yellow pill in his hand next to León de Fuego, the Fire God. “This pill I got from the doctor of Heaven, taking it can reduce the poison.” He saw León de Fuego, the God of Fire, pretending not to see anything, continu

The first one to realize was the leader, but somehow the leader dropped his head on his knees and bowed down. "Hail to the gods!" The leader said aloud. His instinct and good sense told him that these were beings praised by all, a god. "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" The world's population of no more than 1000 people joined in bowing and speaking out. This made the old man called god smile. "Could evoke intelligence simply by feeding on the demonic beast, this little world is quite exciting. I think this is the right place "the old man stretched out his hand. A thin light came out of his index finger, streaming toward the leader and entering between his eyebrows.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

While I meticulously followed the instructions I had discovered in the dusty tomes of our family library, a single tear began to crawl its way from my eyes down to my face. The instructions were clear: four drops of blood coming from Hestia's and Zarion’s on the stone altar of the Moon Goddess Temple. It sounded almost too mythical to be real. Yet here I was, a vial of two bottles of blood in hand, ready to lay it all on the line. My fingers shook slightly as I opened the vial, the deep crimson liquid inside seeming to pulse with a life of its own. Four drops, I reminded myself, my gaze flickering to the engraved markings on the altar. It was as if time had slowed, each drop falling with a w