God Of Entertainment Novels & Stories

of the King of the Gods, he could enter freely, the King of the Gods and the Queen of the Gods had never spoken to him in such an insolent voice. “Yes, you can't come in here for good food if you only have money, the food here is paid for with gold not with money, so you get out of here as well.” After the waiter finished speaking, the restaurant's guards pushed the beggars out of the restaurant. "Stop." León de Fuego, the God of Fire, shouted. He approached the beggars and gave them money. “You go to another restaurant to eat, this place is not good.” “Thank you very much, thank you very much.” The beggars took money from the Fire God León de Fuego and went elsewhere. The God of Fire León

Not only did she forget the kindness I'd shown her, but she also gave Jude the green light to dig up my parents' graves and humiliate my only sister. That was when I received an encrypted satellite call. It was from the General, Gunthar Vale.

"No. But if it isn't, won't we have to repeat the Great Rebirth?" Then, turning to Lux, he said, "Your divination is without peer, Lux. Can you see if it is the Coffin of the Gods?" "It's the real deal." Lux smiled and nodded. "It's the core of the apocalypse, an entity that can wipe out all life… The Elysium and the Trinity are now aware, and we can expect trouble. Still, our Pantheon really managed to fool them this time…" Everyone sighed in relief but soon fumed briefly, though that alone shook the very air around them.

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.”

David doesn't have a body. "What is this?" "Ultima Foserense or just Foserense." "Foserense? Sounds like a made-up word." "All words are made up words." David shrugs. "You'll be living here David." "Oh... you could've bought me dinner first." "Always coping through humor right, David?" "Ok, that's it! How do you know my name? Who are you? Are you God?" "Yes, I am God." "Oh. Please forgive my impertinence."

I saw a smirk on his face, he sat on the couch with crossed legs and folded arms, I stared at him for minutes, I couldn’t believe my eyes, how could a geek god of luck be real and alive! “How and….. actually just how!!.” I said with wide eyes. “How am I here?!.” H replied. I nodded vigorously with my eyes still on him. “I came to check on you and why your emotions are messed up!.” He said. He sound like a normal person. “You’re the god of ‘Luck!’ “ I murmured. “No!, I am the god of wealth!.” “What!, but I summoned Tyche!.” I exclaimed. “No baby girl you summoned me!.” He said.

I sit on the sofa opposite and cross my legs over as I lean back into the sofa. I’m 25 years old and took over as the Goddess of Hell when I turned 18 from my father Fenrir. Humans know me as the devil. So for the past 7 years, I have been building my empire of nightclubs. Well, I say nightclubs. We also have private rooms in each location for orgies. My parents were mortified when I told them, but they soon got on board with it. We don’t just cater to shifters, but humans, too especially after I revealed the existence of shifters. The human government wasn’t too pleased but they had no choice but to accept it and get on board. After all I am the Goddess of Hell. The sounds of the moaning wo

"Don't bother. You're not getting a bad deal out of this. Honestly, you should be paying Mom and Dad at least another one million dollars for supporting you over the years. "You did give the family plenty of money before, but even a small favor deserves to be repaid many times over, especially since what Mom and Dad gave you was far more than a small kindness." I didn't respond and signed it with a blank expression. Once I signed, the gloom on their faces disappeared. They immediately returned to their cheerful chatter. Calum in particular nearly jumped for joy while clutching the agreement. I looked at their expressions and didn't feel upset, only a sense of relief. I couldn't help but say,

he says, forgoing any kind of greeting. “Good afternoon, Mason. You know I can’t set that up easily,” Toby, one of Deacon's fathers responds from behind the desk. It's odd to see him there rather than Deacon. “Someone calling himself Cornelius Grey has just shifted on live television in the human realm and announced himself as their new God, and us as the enemy. I’m sure that warrants a visit,” Mason retorts and Toby’s eyes go wide.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.