God Is A Bullet Novel Novels & Stories

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

A jumble of mixed feelings and memories that made no sense with everything else she had surely come to learn all at once. I had done this to her... and I’d failed to keep her here until she came back to her senses. And now Allison was about to face the wrath of a newly created Goddess. I scrambled back onto my feet as my mind raced a million miles an hour. There was no way I could outrun her, even if she was still figuring out how her new body worked. I just had to hope that maybe I could get there before she destroyed Ashwood entirely. Even if that meant I couldn’t save Allison.

ana looked relaxed, he love these people they looked more as friend than rebels, no wonder they increases, they had not behave like anyone was superior, even the Almighty Agbara looked normal here, deferent to his usual royal look, with many guards always around him, no wonder they wanted the ruling of men and rejected gods and goddesses, if they continue like this, definitely, the world will become a place where war will not be necessary, he started having a thought that what they wanted was the right thing to fight for. It been four days he arrived and there had not been any training except hunting together for games, and also fishing, they all lived though as if they had created a new wo

WARNING****This chapter contains scenes of an extremely violent sexual assault that can be triggering to some. They continued the 8-hour journey to the hideout in silence. Meanwhile, Sonya woke up in a dark room with what she assumed was a dirt floor around her. She was naked with shackles around her wrists. They were burning her skin so she assumed they were made out of silver. Sonya started trying to look around and realized that this was the vision that the goddess had shown her. She began to panic and just as she tried to sit up the door opened and the light turned on.

She was annoyed at his sister for making her think that way, it was an insecure way of thinking. Atarah looked at the spot where she was supposed to been seated, she didn't see Alaric anyway but she saw the Alpha who was just coming. It was duty of the alpha to start the event with a trembling roar after making a speech. The Alpha mostly spoke about the culture and tradition of the trials, he spoke about how the moon goddess blessed the wolves with this important event and just before his roar, the full moon came out to signify the start of the event. Atarah covered her ears just as the Alpha roared, she considered it noise. It was just bothersome to have that sound echo in her head.

“Welcome to Stage 1, the Laser Test. This room is bulletproof, laserproof, soundproof — you name it. This is where you'd learn, through practice, how to use a gun. And not just any gun, a laser. Take those buds and tuck 'em in your ears. . . Put on these handgloves and that goggle. Remember not to let your emotions get the better of you, or you just might lose it all; and by ‘it’, I mean your life.

Only a bright light shone out as the bullet was pushed forwards and out. Gabriel hurried and stood up causing the agent with them to become speechless as his eyes and jaws nearly fell to the floor. A regular person wouldn’t have been able to survive a direct headshot like that and get up. Therefore what he didn’t believe before had to be true. Gabriel was really an Angel. The agent pushed them back and fired hitting the shooter directly in his head clearing the way for them to run. Gabriel grabbed Jasmine’s hand again as the crumpling building threatened to cave in on them. “How did you do that?” The agent asked. “It’s not possible…”

“I am content with myself. I love this new me. I have moved on. Familia too. Get over it, Dakor.” “Never!” "Dakor, you devil!" Lydia’s voice cuts through the standoff, Mad-Bishop’s Godmother, flanking from the tree line. She’s cursing in Russian. "You're a fucking dead man!" I spin toward the sound. Too slow. The bullet slams into my chest before Limo can warn me through the earpiece. White-hot agony explodes through my ribs. I fly backwards, hit the ground hard enough to crack bones. Blood fills my mouth.

I didn’t slow down. “Get down!” I barked. Alessio ducked, but he was already reaching for the glove box — pulling out the spare pistol I kept there. Another round came through the rear windshield. This one didn’t miss. It hit me square in the back of the head. Everything went white. Then black. I heard Alessio scream my name one last time before the world tilted and went silent. --- When I opened my eyes again, the world was too bright and too loud.

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible