God & Mortal Novels & Stories

She said, The sky grew dark, the floor cracked open and one by one the dark gods arrived. Zaymor, the god of the dead, Yefir, the god of the damned souls, The others were from different parts of damnation that were better left unspoken off, it seemed like all the nature gods and goddesses had joined illummino. Herega screamed in rage as she sent an orb at derora who flicked it away and sent a tentacle of energy that passed through into derora and began absorbing her energy,

What is death? What does it mean to die? Where does that immortal part of us go when we die? Or is this fragile world the only thing there is? As the son of a priest of the god of death, I need not tell you that Mortis is the most austere, demanding, and ruthless deity. He offers very little in terms of blessings and favors to the common man who does his thing, and yet we all beg for his mercy. All the souls of the dead belong to him and he greedily treasures them ... he is a cruel and ruthless god who knows no mercy.

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

Edith Mortem explained. “Wait, Mortem and Anima, where have I heard those names before?” Daniella asked, placing her index finger on her chin. “I’m the immortal of death and darkness,” Edith Mortem said. “I'm the Immortal of life and light,” Anima added. “Ohhhh, that's right. Wait, aren't you two the Immortals who are not supposed to be in the same place at the same time? The last time it happened, you two caused an explosion that sent you off in unknown directions,” Daniella said.

“Impossible. A mortal cannot wield that power.” Edward smirked through the strain. “Guess I’m not just mortal anymore.” Our powers collided — his lunar fire and my divine essence — fusing into a blinding wave that struck the god squarely in the chest. The impact sent shockwaves through the sky, tearing apart the clouds of shadow. For a moment, silence. Then the god’s laughter returned — low, furious, endless. His wounds healed before our eyes. “You think this will stop me? You are born of my essence, Kora. Every breath you take feeds me.”

'From the place beyond the nine heavens?' Morticia furrowed her brows. Darryl had spoken so seriously, so the doubt in her mind had dissipated. 'Those from the place beyond nine heavens must be the Heavenly Immortals. If that's the case, it makes sense.' 'After all, that person could do something that no ordinary man can do." Instantly, Morticia let down her guard and said coldly, "Can you bring me out of the Blazing Sun Gate?" Even though she had believed in the identity that Darryl had made up, she still held a deep grudge about how he defiled her.

Kalta cursed, annoyed that Adonis always seemed to be coming back more powerful than the last. He could not understand why the kid would not just die and allow him to reign in peace. "I am not a bastard. I am Adonis, son of the great Lord of Death, Adonis. I am the reincarnation of my father and your true lord and master." Adonis answered him as he began to squeeze his hands at Kalta, squeezing and crushing his body. "You would never be able to be able to attain being a lord. Death agents do not feel or fall in love. Those who do are easily killed, take your father as an example." Kalta yelled out in pain as his bones were crushed and his organs mashed up together.

"It's already burning." "Faster," she said. "All at once, maybe. Kael it might" She stopped. Forced herself to say it clearly. "It might kill you." He looked at her for a long moment. The ember-red of his eyes was very steady. "But it would free you," he said. "And you'd be" "Mortal," he said. "If it worked and I survived. Fully mortal. No power, no divinity, no connection to the realm of gods." A pause. "An ordinary man."

"They are the Necculeans. A species with untold telekinetic abilities. Their strengths also extend to their political expertise, their military strategy and warfare. The other dominions practically bow at their feet." A cloying weight presses down on my chest. "I don't want to do this. Is there a way I can, I don't know, return my powers? Turn mortal?" "Practically, you are." "What do you mean?" "Death bringers are one of the only known immortal mortal species." A pause. "So, let me get this. The gods want me to off a race of immortals--while having low health-life battery?" His lip twitches at the corner. "Yes."

As if something inside me started to burst. ‘Did you enjoy that fun life you had? You waste so much time already…’ That voice started to ring a bell in my head. The owner of that voice… there was no doubt it was him. Godar, a god of time and stars. Laughter was again heard. It was… really him. This place is something that has gods and goddesses. Although their interaction with the mortals is limited, they can still give or offer mortals something. Just like how Brother Clad can manipulate the elements of Earth.