God Awful Fanfiction Novel Novels & Stories

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

The world building of Illuminating Darkness is kinda weird in some aspect, but lore must be quite superb because it became a popular book. “His heart turned into the dragons; His kidneys turned into the Elves; His ears turned into beast people; His liver turned into mystical creatures; His brain turned into dwarves. His spirit became the seven orthodox Gods, and His knowledge gave birth to humanity.” continuing this while still looking outside. Seven orthodox Gods? Wait! Aren't the official churches of the Avalor Kingdom involved in that!?

"I was alone at home and scared. I called him again and again but no use. He didnt answer. I went to the main door and saw it was a little crack open. I walked to the main door and then went outside, first time alone. There was no one outside too. Not even the aunty who would come to check on us. Not seeing anyone i walked out of the gate and it was a whole new world for me. I had never gone out. Jeffry won’t let me.

With each step she takes, the world shall tremble, As the forces of darkness and light assemble, But in her eyes, the spark of hope, To bridge the realms and help them cope. So heed the call of destiny's hand, For in her reign, all shall understand, That the werewolf princess, goddess reborn, Is the savior of worlds, from dusk to morn." My hand trembled as I brought it over to my mouth, the book had become empty once again. “W-what is this?! I must be hallucinating.” I muttered as I hurriedly placed the book back in its position and ran out of the library.

Donovan's P. O.V I am Donovan, the Alpha of the Crimson Moon pack and the head of the Black Hounds, a group of assassin werewolves. Our name is feared throughout the realm, and for a good reason. When I heard the news of Azrael's reincarnation, I knew that I had to find her before it was too late. The tales of Azrael's destruction and chaos from thousands of years ago still haunt the werewolf community. The ancestors prayed to the moon goddess for salvation, and a divine creature named Duncan was sent to help defeat Azrael. Duncan was successful, but he fell in love with a werewolf and lost his divine powers. He became an ancestor of my family, the reason for our respected name.

I whispered inside Carla. There had only ever been one white wolf in werewolf history. Carla. The realization hit me like a blow. “Carla,” I breathed. “Are you the legendary healer?” “Yes,” she answered through the mind link. “And you were never meant to be ordinary.” “Never meant to be ordinary?” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “Ordinary is far from it. I was forsaken.” “That is not true,” she said calmly. “The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.”

Not only did she forget the kindness I'd shown her, but she also gave Jude the green light to dig up my parents' graves and humiliate my only sister. That was when I received an encrypted satellite call. It was from the General, Gunthar Vale.

"You will get it soon. All those people has born with the same fate and all the events will happen as they were supposed to happen." The wolf spirit stood there dumbfounded as he suddenly was pulled into the air. The goddess of life calmly picked the page to read and few seconds later, she angrily scoffed. First few lines were the sincere apology while after it, Hyun could not find any words so all he wrote was his name for nine thousand and ninety times. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* Giselle was standing at the cliff looking down the forest and what considered were remains of a previous city.

My heart skips as his dark figure strolls into the room. He merely stares at me without saying a word. Kiwor, on the other hand, moves to the bed. Both men have a sinful look on their faces. "I'm leaving," I whisper, yet his large body blocks the door. "Not so fast..." His voice is rough and cold. I turn to face Kiwor with pleading eyes, scared of their next actions. "She thinks you can save her. Can you, Kiwor?" "I'm afraid not." The look in Abaddon’s eyes is harsh, like a primal animal waiting to attack its prey.

“Would you like that?” Alera was practically swooning within me, which gave me the courage to go on. She knew he wasn’t going to hurt us because she could sense Thunder’s desire. “Go ahead. Oh, but you can’t. Because then you’d have to claim me, wouldn’t you?” I could hear myself saying these words, but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt like a runaway freight train. “Fuckin’ coward.” He shoved me away in disgust. “Is that your plan, Adassah? Get me so worked up and angry that I hurt and rape you? You’re pathetic. Get the fuck away from me.”