God & Mortal Novels & Stories

"I don't know. I've seen it, but I don't control it. If it's to be done, then it's all on you, and you'll have to do it before being invited to Epic Cu to become an Elder. Once there you will share your abilities with the Collective, and they won't let you come back. Mortality will be lost to you forever." I exhaled a long breath. "What happens to me if I chose to be mortal?" "You'll die within a slightly extended human life span. You will retain some abilities, heightened strength and hearing among them. But you will have no true defenses against the Neratomay. And you know what they do to those they find interesting." They hurt them.

Mortis had his destined companion in a pure-blood vampire; one could say that of us, he was the one who always followed all socially acceptable rules; however, he, like Dracula, was one of the most bloodthirsty of our species, and the gods made him Guardian of the causes. - Wait a minute, but I changed. – Mortis says, annoyed. - Yes, you changed. When the gods made you guardian of causes, you were already very different. Life, your partner, and your children changed you, but you accepted the gift of the gods, and everyone abandoned you. You know how much your family resented you. - What the hell do you want with this conversation? – Dante asks,

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

That she had felt what he had felt about the mortal. "You and I sense it.....and so do the boys. " Mantilo began. "Lander tells me that he cannot read the mortals emotions, or sense his thoughts. Even when the Mortal was asleep he couldnt break through his walls." Mantilo said to her softly. "Lander tells me that this mortal has a block stronger then steel around his mind." Mantilo shook his head. "Now I ask you... Do normal mortals even know of such a thing? They are a shallow people cut off from supernatural powers. Only the strongest or wisest of them even stumble upon it....So why would some young mortal already know how to do it?" "I don't know, but...." Glen opened her mouth, ready to

“Have you had issues with a new species, the vamolves?” “Fuck them! They killed two men yesterday!” Kennedy was instantly pissed. “Yeah, we are working on a plan to kill their creator.” Jet said. “Who is that?” “His name is Adron. He is the God of the Underworld.” Jet said slowly. “You can’t kill a god!” Kennedy looked unphased by this. “And who is going to help you there?” “I can’t kill him, but Ivory can.” That would mean, she is aaaa….” Kennedy looked at me like I just grew three heads.

Indra’s words were cold, and they sent a shiver down Mane’s spine. Although Mane felt that this god wasn’t a bad one, even he could clearly sense the indifference in Indra’s tone as he spoke about the destruction of the worlds. It was clear that even the relatively good gods like Indra didn’t care much for the life of mortals. The gods truly regarded the lives of those weaker than them as dirt. Mane knew he was one of these mortals. His parents were gods, but he wasn’t one yet. Well, maybe he was a god. But he wasn’t a fully grown one- he was a godling. Unless he grew into his true potential to attain the godhood that his superior genes warranted, he too was regarded as a mortal. To the gods

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

LEWIS ‘I should do this faster so I could go back to Lia’s side,’ I thought as I watched the eye of the hurricane. Slowly, the nature surrounding us started to react and change in preparation for the arrival of the bastard god. A god, or deity, is indeed different from a mere mortal. That was the general rule of the land. A mortal could not challenge a god that even nature was afraid of. Because by doing so, only death would be the result.

"Elara, in a situation like last night, the more I protect you, the harsher the gods' punishment will be. You have a mortal body. If they truly decided to inflict a divine punishment, you wouldn't survive..." "Besides, we're about to leave this realm. I don't want any more complications. The child is innocent. Why do you resent her?" "I told you, it wasn't me," I said, my eyes burning. "Hydra's venom corrodes a god's ichor. How could a mortal like me ever get her hands on it?" Aresios seemed taken aback by my fierce reaction. He paused for a moment before softening his tone. "Alright, alright, it doesn't matter now."