God Game Book Novels & Stories

“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 took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

I walk into the house and lean on the kitchen counter. Kyra shuts the door and comes to stand in front of me. I run my hand over my face as I try to arrange my thoughts of today. "What?" I question if I heard her right. "A book was written by the creator?" I repeat in shock. "The book contains a spell to trap a god in his or her respective realm for all of eternity." The door bursts open getting our attention and our heads snap up.

The Grand Priest elaborated, “I’m not saying this to make you feel small. I assume that you're fully aware of Tyr’s real motive now that he is on his way to your headquarters. If you fight Tyr alone, you are definitely not his match.” “Is that so?” Frode sounded slightly scornful. “So, what are you hoping to accomplish by coming here today?” “Now that I’ve told you this much, I won’t beat around the bush any longer,” the Grand Priest explained with a faint smile. “Since GPE announced the five books on the dark web, it’s no secret that collecting the five books of Celestial Empire wonders can make you a God, right? Some time ago, the Jackals robbed a businessman and killed his entire family.

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

— That's the problem, I don't know anything about him — I confess. “Yeah, well, that could be a problem I have the answer to,” he says, as he takes a small book out of his pocket. The small book fits easily into the palm of his hand, and he hands it to me. I open the first page of the black leather bound book, which has nothing on the cover, and inside are detailed pages filled with writing and paintings of moons much like the marks on my neck. — Do you want to read? It's the story of the forbidden god and everything he stands for. - Yes. I mean thank you. You wrote this? I ask. He shakes his head without saying anything else. I look down at the book and start reading about this forbidden go

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he said, but the way he said it softened everything inside it. “You’re early,” I said, wrinkling my nose at him and dropping into the chair across from him. “That’s why I’m Gamma.” He tapped the top book with one knuckle. “Are you ready?” “No,” I admitted, and pressed my hands flat on the table to make them stop fidgeting. “But that’s never stopped me yet, has it?” He nodded like that was the answer he’d wanted either way. Then he opened the first book and turned it so the spine would stay flat, “We’ll go slow. You don’t need to know every word. You only need the ones that matter.”

Exactly what Isabelle had predicted. “Told you,” Isabelle said, her arms crossed, though her eyes were still drawn to the screen. “She’s a saint. Boring, spotless, predictable.” Rhea ignored her, scrolling, clicking deeper, searching with the precision of a predator following a scent. Then, suddenly her breath hitched. “There,” she gasped. Isabelle leaned closer, squinting at the screen. “What am I looking at?” Rhea’s smile widened, wicked and gleaming. She tapped the screen with a manicured nail. “Here. Do you see the gap?”

Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.