Drops Of God Novels & Stories

My chest heaved in distress and before I can open my eyes, a gentle whisper stopped me from doing so. “Wait for me,” was his last words before I felt him go away in a lightning speed and all I heard was the rustling of the leaves and some growls and grunts which I don’t know where it’s coming from. I kept my eyes close and remember what I always do. My heart flutter and I felt my eyes getting misty as I utter a short prayer to God. “Please save me from all these scary beings, God. Bless the kind vampire with strength so he can defeat the cruel werewolves. Keep the both of us safe, please.” I silently sobbed and felt the warm liquid gushing out of my eyes.

i _____ i am not " and so the fire of warfare were rekindled in all of them, and they all wished the battle began at that moment. ITANFORITI IN THE WEB OF LOVE Though she was in love with the strange god called rain, but she often thought something was wrong with her, but just could not figure it out at that moment, she went around the camp of the god doing everything as normal as possible, she remembered her mission there, but the love she had for the strange god could not make her go a head, on like every other maidens of the god, her beauty was extraordinary, and she was loved more than all, and as time goes on, she was beginning to come to her senses little by little and unknown to the g

“Well, enough of an old god’s speech. I just wanted you to know that I understand you and empathize with you more than you realize, James.” He had been looking into the god’s eyes throughout the entire confession. James could see the pain and sadness that was contained within. It was as if the weight of the world was continually on the god’s shoulders. Sometimes he kind of felt as if that same thing was happening to him, at least ever since he had found out about the Prophecy. “I understand,” he said before chuckling. “You know, never in a million years did I ever think I would be actually having a conversation with Zeus, the King of the gods. What a year this has been so far.”

He's not going to marry anyone," Dante said like he was trying to convince himself than he was trying to convince me. Even though he wasn't going to marry anyone..sooner or later, I'd leave. Alexander Tyrone, fucking Greek God. A perfect sculpture with a silhouette that was twice a man. His frame was that of god himself and his eyes...those deep blue eyes that could make anyone wet was the best part of him she liked. Those eyes showed nothing, no emotion at all. "Eat. You think a lot for a little body." Dante said, with a frown. "Are you saying that I'm small?" I asked, drinking down my smoothie that was brought by another waiter.

“It feels like something is watching.” Orion turned toward the ocean again. The water had gone still. Completely still. No waves. No wind. Then The silver crack widened slightly. Not enough to open. Just enough. And from it… A drop fell. One tiny drop of dark liquid. It fell slowly through the air like thick oil. Everyone watched it. No one moved. The drop hit the street below. Silence. Nothing happened. Maria let out a small breath. Then the ground where the drop landed began to change.

the man said with amusement, and Nadine stepped in front of us. “You go near them, and we're going to have trouble, father, or should I better say sperm donor?” asked Nadine. At that moment Nadia appeared, and she looked at her daughter with concern. “You're just like me; you have that temper that I've had such a hard time keeping in check,” said the god, and I realized that the situation was much more complicated than I thought. “I know who you are,” Drago said. “Now it all makes sense... You are the god of chaos.”

" I froze. It turned out that the tears Evan had shed by the delivery bed weren't for me. The reason he had renounced his worldly pursuits wasn't to pray for me as well. Everything he did was for Jade. All the affection he had for me was never real. The reason Evan had named our son Jadon Moore wasn't at all because of his gratitude to God—but it was because of her! All that talk about the most perfect and grand marriage of convenience—they were all merely his lies. I was nothing more than a pawn in the game of love between him and his first love. Those once-sweet words had now turned into sharp blades, slicing away at my sanity.

My bones feel too small. “STOP!” I scream, clutching my head as both forces pull at my soul. “GET OUT!” And for one moment—one impossible moment—everything goes silent. Then something inside me breaks. Not a shattering. An unlocking. A click that echoes through all worlds. My eyes snap open. They are glowing—not gold, not silver, not crimson. A color that has no name. Light and shadow collapse away from me as if pushed by a shockwave. The First God freezes.

POV EMMA BELLE The chamber was a perfect sphere of obsidian so polished it looked like a hole in the universe. In the center, suspended in a zero-gravity void, was a single globule of liquid indigo light—the First Drop. It was the size of a human heart, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic glow that coincided with the beat of the planet’s core. It wasn't just magic; it was the Source-Code of every shifter, every spire, and every blade of golden grass in the North.

I whisper. "You are no god. Just a self-obsessed, obnoxious, unworthy, mortal man who called himself a god,” He speaks and it doesn’t take me long to realize that he is repeating my words from that night. There are these unknown guilt and pain in his eyes. Words won’t be able to capture them. “Guess you were right,” He adds. My chest weights down with my own words coming out of his mouth. “I... -”