God & Mortal Novels & Stories

“Harper move from the door. I push it, you go flying.” “No! Go away! Leave me alone!” My mind was going crazy. Dimitri was on trial for attempted murder? Espionage? I didn’t even know that was a thing. Tears left my eyes as I pictured him on the other side of the door. Did I even know this man? How many times had he been vague with me? His job? The fact that he has a fucking Bentley? Can tip me a thousand pound? My heart was beating so fast and I needed to sit down. I knew the minute I left this door he would push it open.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

' Immediately, an immerse pain spreads out from my neck and slowly makes it way below but it is suddenly gone as swiftly as it comes. Nathan pulls back and stares at me with yellow eyes and extended canines. I can see my blood on them. "Y-You marked me, how is that possible." "I'm a god, remember." He smirks as his canines slowly retreats. "And I am a great friend of the Moon Goddess." "That doesn't explain why you marked me." I glare at him and push him away. "What is wrong with you, sometimes you do the stupidest things."

Isn't that what the ultimate sacrifice is? But maybe there's still a way. The Golden Coin is the most powerful artifact in existence. It can rewrite reality itself. I turn back to the old man. "The coin is all powerful, right?" He cocks his head at me. "Nothing is all powerful. Everything comes with its limitations." I lick my lips. "But it can rewrite reality, can't it?" I plead. "It can bring people back from the dead. Alec ... he made the ultimate sacrifice. He gave his life for us. We have to bring him back."

EZRA The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence but it wasn’t the good kind, or the peaceful, birds-chirping, Sunday morning kind. This was filed with silence, like someone had pressed their hand over the whole house and told it not to breathe. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My mouth tasted like metal, my back hurt from sleeping wrong, and my stomach was a pit of nerves. For a second I thought about just packing up and leaving—money or not, this wasn’t worth my sanity. But then I remembered Lilian’s face, her voice reminding me about the contract. I’d signed my life away for a paycheck.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

Content Warnings!!! Contains mature themes, political violence, blood and vampire content, steamy romance scenes, and complex moral choices suitable for adult readers. "Test it anyway." "Commander." Dorothea's voice carried a tremor Velis had never heard before. She was staring at the blood with the expression of a devotee beholding a religious relic. "The resonance is... I can feel it from here. It's calling to something primal, something that predates conscious thought."