God Falls Novels & Stories

My God. ________

said God of Death, pointing at Elva. Everyone nodded their heads. “Especially the Moon Goddess,” he chuckled. A dark hole was forming before Elva. Elva’s disheveled and gloomy spirit was being dragged down to hell. The misshaped of other ghouls was cackling with enthusiasm. The God of Death’s black shadow warp into the ground and vanished. The coldness around them disappeared and they could breathe normally again. “Phew! I never want to meet the God of Death again,” said Prince Bo.

Good intentions. "Fine. Here's a fact about me. I'm the Moon Goddess, who is meant to be good, and perfect. I'm not sure what sick freak decided to mate me with a Sin – lust especially – but we aren't meant to be together," I tell him, all in one breath. "Does that bother you?" he asks gently, tone like silken smooth honey, running off my senses. I can feel it in the flutter of my heart and shivers up my spine.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

he was floating this time, like leaning his back in an invisible chair. "What contract from you are you talking about? And, that was for the music company, Drayce's company, how am I supposed to tell him that someone put fire on the papers?" "Then tell him that you wanted to change the contract, in my terms," "In your terms? You will make everyone know that you are a god?" "Yes, in my terms, but you will see what a god can do," and he faded into thin air. I slumped my shoulders, "And he disappeared again," I sighed.

“Me? You want my name?” Goldie nods eagerly. “Well, I’m Leonardo Balthazar.” Goldie nods slower. “And how the Hell do you not know your own name? Amnesia? “ Leonardo asks, only to receive a shrug as a response from the other. He huffs and turns away. It became clear to him that Goldie only knows a few words, and is possibly suffering from memory loss. A proper conversation between them wouldn’t last long.