God Of Choice Novels & Stories

“—and the version you don’t choose becomes the god’s new body.” Kael felt cold. Cold like death. “No…” “Yes.” Her tears burned her cheeks. “So if you choose the moon-marked me… the shadow version becomes the Second God.” “And if I choose the shadow?” Kael whispered. She looked at him through shaking lashes. “The moon version becomes the First God.” Kael stared. Sick. Breaking. “And… what happens to you?” Aria’s lip trembled. “Whichever version you don’t choose… takes my soul.”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Tohr informed me with an insulted tone. "I didn't mean to imply you would. It's just that… if you are my one and only mate and I am yours. Then the choice of who to love and when has been taken out of my hands. It just doesn't seem fair," I explained. "Yes, the Gods have chosen for us. But who is to say I wouldn't have chosen you either way? You have shown to be all I desired and more. I am pleased with their choice," he explained.

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

the creature asks, though something in its layered voice suggests it already suspects my answer, patient and waiting despite the frost still spreading slow across the stone beneath it. "Choice," I say. "Freely given, freely accepted. Not seized. Not forced. Not manufactured through ritual or desperation or twenty years of careful manipulation." I glance around the chamber, at Jodan, at Riven, at Lucien, at Eryx, at Wren, at my aunt, at my father, at every fractured, complicated ally who chose to stand beside me tonight despite every reason not to. "Every single person who helped me tonight chose to, even when choosing cost them something enormous. Rosalind severed her own bloodline's magic.

"We'll support whatever you choose. Die now or live decades. Become the Absolute or defeat it. We're with you. Whatever you decide." "Same." Zephyr's voices are unified. Certain. Loving. "Always." Erebus flickers. Solid. Present. Here. I look at Hope. At my granddaughter who became God. At the being offering me impossible choice again. Always impossible choices. Always terrible options. Always doom or doom. "Is there really no third path?" I ask. "No other option? No different choice?"

Furthermore, he even wanted them to marry simple men who did not come from noble families as long as his children are happy, he will not oppose them. His only desire for his two daughters is to be happy and be free to do whatever they want in their lives. But the situation is different now, where he has to decide as the father of his children. He felt that he was standing at the top of the tower where he had to choose which of the two he would choose to save and protect, his children or his wife. But there is no other way to break the agreement between them and the king.

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

The light in front of me dimmed, fading out bit by bit, until the crashing waves swallowed my weak cries whole. I reached out, fingers straining for the life ring just a few feet away, only to see Terry Vargas step in and puncture it with a needle, destroying my last chance. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared me down. "You killed the girl I loved most. I hope you enjoy this living hell." When he saw me stop fighting, finally going still, he turned and walked away, satisfied.