God & Mortal Novels & Stories

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

“We need to be returning now. Should I find anything out about this force, I’ll let you know. I trust you’ll do the same.” Kasar clasped Azrael’s forearm in some kind of strange greeting and nodded. As the two broke apart, the eyes of the God of Beasts fell upon me, once again startling me with the magic that danced within. “When mortals become entangled in the game of Gods, they often do not survive. I hope that you will be the exception. Best of luck she-wolf.” On that haunting note, Kasar vanished into the forest with the Inferno horses, melting into the tree line.

I say with disappointment. “It’s not natural!” Qianfan exclaims. “Yildiz?” “Yes, Empress?” She chirps. “How many Gods are there?” “Currently? Six,” she answers happily. “And how many are Goddesses?” She smirks, “That would be three, though it used to be five.” “Please remind me, which God created the mutolupus race?” I gently request. “That would be the Goddess Morrtemis, the Warrior Goddess,” she says with a proud smile.

Looking at the stars, Memorable mentally spoke to God: "Is God dead?" No, God is alive! God, like the sun, perishes at night, and in the morning God is reborn again. So in man, when sin settles in the soul of man, God dies. When grace settles in a person's soul, God is reborn. His gaze penetrates the Sun. His word is heard in the mountains. His grief is felt in the silence of the funeral. Immortal light reaches the far corners of the universe. The immortal kiss of a woman reaches the forehead of a child. Candles are lit in the Temple when people come to see your face. You hear the incessant prayers for salvation! When will the end of time come? When will your angels sound? When will the dead

"You're a god? Weird. I've felt the presence of two goddesses and it didn't feel as paltry as this." "YOU DARE INSULT ME, MORTAL?!" "I mean no disrespect. Us mortals have immense respect for the gods so we do not appreciate blasphemy of any kind. There are some people who declare themselves gods so even if I seem disrespectful, I'm just making sure you're not one of them." "Humph. Very well, mortal. I will show you just an extent of my aura and I will tell you my name." "Please, don't go easy on me."

he points out. “Weaknesses that no mortal could possibly obtain,” I argue. “Are you sure about that?” he challenges. “Because they clearly found a loophole or a weakness and figured out how to use it.” My brows crease in a deep-set frown. The only thing that can hurt or hinder a God is the magic and blood of another God. I don’t see how any mortal could procure or master either of those things, yet I can’t deny that he’s right otherwise Orenda would have been found immediately.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

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."

Is she trying to say that Mort is a Netherlord? No, he’s not. He is only a Fae, a powerful one, yes. But that’s all he is, right? Right?

He looks like a dog ready to pounce on its future victim. I secretly prayed that I hadn't made a mistake in releasing Linux from his cage. Linux defeated the monster using only his sharp claws. The monster disappeared after Linux dismembered its body. "Allena. Are you the reincarnation of my teacher Sabina?" asked Old Remi who suddenly approached me. I was about to open my mouth to tell her that I am not the reincarnation of her teacher but I was stopped when Linux suddenly faced me with a devilish grin on his lips. "The monster is gone, Sabina. It's time for me to kill you. It's payback time!" Linux shouted then suddenly jumped towards me with his sharp claws ready to kill me.