Fierce Deity Link Novels & Stories

The words felt ridiculous coming from my lips. He leaned down and buried his face in my neck, "sadly, you have no choice, my Aphrodite. 'Tis impossible for us to be together without turning you. I hold great strength, that would crush you. If I were to bed you while you are human, you would die and if you die, I will perish. Our bond will only grow stronger if you become who I am."

Achilles eyes widened at Helga. “I thought that was just a myth!” he gasped. Helga shook her head. “No, he was a Demi-God by blessing, not by birth. He could wield magic despite being a vampire and his blood held more power than any spell or potion ever could.” Seraphina ignored their talking and continued hunting around the room for a dagger, she was becoming frustrated now as she couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. “Have either of you seen a dagger?” she threw her arms up in frustration. Helga picked up a dagger from the station where Seraphina had been preparing the potion, “Here you go,” she said sheepishly. Seraphina gave her an apologetic smile and went back to her concoction of herbs.

“I wanted to bring you to the garden of the Kitsune. True nine-tailed fox shifters are rare, but this is where you originated. This place is no longer part of the human world an lays outside of time and space. It is a place where you can come and be renewed and revitalized now that you have been here. Your body is still with your mate, though you both slumber from the surge of the gift I have given you. It is a power you will need in coming times.” As she draws closer, I turn and see a woman who looks much like a statue out of one of the great temples in Japan…the moon god is Tsukiyomi and is male, but this goddess…is it him as a female? “Gods often make their children in their image. I have

Bellinor roared, but the Deity ignored him completely, shoving him into a cage where his voice was silenced, though he had a front-row seat to what was unfolding. Alinta trembled, thinking it was Bellinor and Onyx testing her. She knew she had to be careful. “Wh...who are you?” she whispered. “I am Raguel, the true deity and the only wolf capable of setting you free, my goddess,” he hummed, his eyes were glowing a fierce violet. “Th-the Rogue Deity?” Alinta asked fearfully, recognising the source of his eyes.

Deborah said proudly. Once she finished talking, she dashed forward and said, "My name is Deborah and I'm a level seven warrior emperor. Let me see how strong you are. It wasn't too long since I leveled up and I haven't tried my power since then. I have been dreading to fight since just now!" Severin smiled bitterly. "Fine, do whatever you want." Deborah responded with a smile. With a thought, she waved her hand to launch her technique. Suddenly, a giant phoenix formed by her spiritual energy appeared. The phoenix flapped its wings with a terrifying power evolving around it, making it extremely terrifying.

This was a fight for our future—a chance to rewrite the prophecy that had dictated our lives for too long. With a roar, the deity lunged forward, its form shifting and twisting, seeking to engulf me in darkness. But I wouldn’t let it. Drawing on the ancient lullaby, I focused my energy, Channeling the strength of my ancestors, the very essence of Silverclaw, through my veins. The ground trembled beneath us as I unleashed a surge of light, colliding with the deity’s shadow. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, sending ripples of energy in every direction. My allies pressed forward, emboldened by my stand.

Rage because I lacked freedom in my own community - a wicked deity has the final say over my life at the moment. Rage because I'm about to be used as a sex slave to a wicked deity who deserved to be punished, destroyed, and not to be given pleasure. Rage because I am an innocent virgin who committed no crime by choosing to be a virgin. Fear because I am about to stand face to face with a deity who has been existing since the time of my forefathers. I began to imagine what his face looked like, the size of his phallus that has sent many virgins to their untimely death. I was scared half to death, but my courage and mission overpowered my fears. I turned, bid my mother farewell, and departed w

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

However, an unforeseen event occurred. A flood of unadulterated energy surged from inside her as the links shattered. It was dazzling, blazing like a light into the night. With my heart thumping in my chest, I stumbled back and covered my eyes. "What is this, exactly?" I gave a hiss. Aria's eyes glowed with an unearthly brilliance as her body strained against the bindings. It was a deeper, older energy that went beyond the mate link. As comprehension dawned, I muttered, "Moon Goddess." Her relationship wasn't the only thing that broke. Her link to the divine was this.

The Priests. They despised us—especially Priest Achille. He had always looked at Elora and me with disdain, as if we were something filthy that had crawled out from beneath a rock. He believed we were Shades, a term used for shifters who were part demons. Shades were hunted in our pack, dragged out into the woods and killed before they could become a threat. No one knew for sure if someone was a Shade until they shifted for the first time. That's when the demon blood, if it existed, would reveal itself in the form of glowing red eyes and shadows for fur.