Erebus God Novels & Stories

"Where is this? north of Lithonia? does that mean I have to go that far? If I circled through the forests of the Edafos region it would take a very long time. I also have to cross all the way to the island of Neraidas. Wait, doesn't the island only appear during a solar eclipse? when will a solar eclipse appear again? I have to find out so that my trip is not in vain." Keith was getting frustrated even as his long journey had just begun. Neraidas Island is named after the creatures that live on the sacred island. Within the island lies a valley called Kolaida, where the sacred treasures of the gods have been stored for thousands of years. Keith realized that reaching the island was not easy,

It was Aphrodite's deity, a man who just loved the idea of being a subordinate to a powerful woman. "I don't think I need to tell you my name because you very well know who I am. We've known each other since we were both humans." Aubrey rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, completely annoyed. Xun, Aphrodite's deity, chuckled out as he sat on the seat that Hades had been sitting on earlier.

Theia “That’s an unexpected piece of information.” Erebus growls. “Celestial Alpha. So tell me, is it true you had been waiting for centuries for Ceres, or is that just part of your myth?” “Myth?” “Don’t play coy.” “Yes, it is true. I was born into our plane when Ceres’ mother was born.” “That cannot be centuries. That makes no sense. Ceres is only eighteen. Even accounting for the difference in time, the math is not computing.” Erebus paces the cave, his nails clicking impatiently against the stone. “Was her mother hundreds of years old? Get real!”

I quickly scan the screens, picking out key areas of concern. My gaze lingers on the members of my team as they cautiously move through corridors. As I take in the full extent of the damage, my fingers involuntarily form fists at my sides fueled by the knowledge that this was caused by a traitor within Kyklos. I notice something on the table, an envelope. It's unmarked, except for a single phrase scrawled in bold letters. Echoes of Erebus. "Erebus," I whisper to myself. He's referencing the Greek god of chaos and darkness.

Franklin asked, being very dismissive. “Well, I think we found a way to stop Tenebris.” Zion said. “We?” I asked. “Well, we've been in the library since your boyfriend chased us out.” Michelle rolled her eyes. The more she spoke, the more I could see why her hair was scattered. “And what did you find?” Franklin asked. “There was a war thousands of years ago that almost killed Erebus.” Zion started out. “Who's Erebus?” I asked. “The one before me. The King before Tenebris.” Franklin responded.

Third pov In the quiet chambers beneath the Temple of the Ancients, Erebus stood with three of his most trusted followers. The walls were thick with secrecy, and only flickering torchlight illuminated their dark gathering. “It begins tonight,” Erebus murmured, spreading a yellowed scroll across the wide table. “The orb pulses with uncertainty. We’ll twist that doubt into chaos.” His voice echoed like a hiss of smoke. Around him, his followers leaned in. Thalos, a master of illusions; Mirea, the keeper of forgotten poisons; and Vael, a former oracle who had sworn allegiance to Erebus in exchange for forbidden knowledge.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

He was faster than him. The huge body of Armaros fell on the ground and started to squirm in extreme pain and blue thick liquid started to soak his whole body. “Huff! Huff! Lo-rd Luci-fer wi-ll never f-forgive you,” he mumbled, clenching his teeth together. Dad replied nonchalantly, “I, the messenger of Seraph, is snatching your all permission of coming back on Earth or Underworld for killing innocent humans and interfering in the matters of the Underworld. Hence we are throwing to hell for the eternity of time.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

It was the only way. Because darkness was coming. Erebus. Her brother. God of Darkness and Shadow. The one who had once shared the cradle of the stars with her, who had walked beside her when the heavens were first spun. He had desired dominion of night itself, of silence and endings, of death unending. She had opposed him. She had chosen balance, chosen love, chosen the fragile brilliance of mortals. And for that, he had cast her down, stripping her of her throne, shattering her people, stealing her joy.