God Of Lies Novels & Stories

Amira and Nathan again, entangled in a bed that wasn’t theirs, half-naked and smiling as if they belonged together. He scrolled, refusing to believe what he was seeing. Until emails popped up, screenshots of exchanges between her account and Nathan’s. Nathan: ‘We’ll get him where it hurts.’ Amira: ‘He’ll never see it coming.’ Nathan: ‘Just keep stringing him along, and soon DE VITALIO INDUSTRIES is ours.’ And then the one that broke him: Amira: ‘Tonight, I’ll tell him how much I love him and want us to be together forever but the arrogant fool will never know it’s a lie.’

“Yeah…no. There… there isn’t one.” “What about other transportation methods?” “No… what I meant is, there is no Haven…” (; ﾟ 3ﾟ )~♪ “Haven is a lie?!?” Noah nearly choked on the saliva that came flying from his own outraged gasp. Black stumbled over his words in his hurry to explain, “No, uh, not entirely, uh–” “Is God a lie too?!” Black paused, then, evidently rather confused by the question, he inquired, “…which one?”

exclaimed Leon angrily. “I have a potion to increase energy, but I also have a potion bottle that contains the opposite. The problem is, I forgot which is which," he said, smiling broadly. He then took out two blue bottles that were exactly the same. The two bottles floated in the air before them. "It's like a game of choice," muttered Claire. "Wait! I remember who Dolos is now. He is the god of lies and deceit,” Leon exclaimed. "I don't think you have a choice. You can't get out of this abyss with Eris's energy which isn't enough anymore,” he said again.

“You really are a god, aren’t you? You cheated death. Only a god can do that.” He says nothing for a moment, but his eyes flick to a random corner of the room. “When we return home, you cannot say a word about this to anyone.” I struggle to understand why. “I need you to swear it.” “Why?” “Because this skill of mine isn’t natural. It goes against the Goddess. If I am a god, Lexa, I am the God of Death, sure, if we’re calling it what it is, and what I’ve done for you and Chessie has just allowed you to live a little longer for my own gain. That’s the only reason it worked. It’s not healing. It’s selfishness.”

My hands clench. “And you think that cost is her?” I ask. “It is not what I think,” the god replies. “It is what has been written.” “There is no script,” Nova says sharply. “There is always a script.” I feel something break inside me. “If you are lying” “I gain nothing from lies,” it replies. “Then explain how you know this,” I demand. The god looks almost weary. “When a god ascends beyond restraint, the tether that anchors him weakens.” Nova’s fingers tighten slightly.

“If it comes down to you or me, I’ll kneel first.” She looked into his eyes now, and saw a liar. Kael’s final form towered, his cloak woven from broken oaths, eyes flickering with false stars. He smiled like a wolf taught to speak in riddles. “You were always meant to rise,” he said. “But not without me.” “You chose this,” Liora spat, her voice crackling with ancient fire. “I chose truth. The gods lied. The packs lied. You lied.” She summoned flame in both palms. “No. I survived them. There’s a difference.”

“Not exactly. “Since you’ve done so much for the country’s Martial Arts Alliance, I can consider letting you go if you let my people go and kneel. Admit to your faults, and swear that you won’t get involved with Heaven’s Gate.” “And if I decline?” Harvey said. Layton stomped the ground, cracking the tiles. “Then there’ll be no Representative York from this point forward.” An insane aura seeped out of Layton’s body, making everyone around instinctively shiver. Rachel and the others beside Harvey were starting to sweat bullets. Layton’s strength as a God of War wasn’t just for show. Gods of War represented the peak of power and utter invincibility. Harvey calmly looked at Layton, smiling. “If

“And God really doesn’t listen to anyone. He is a law unto himself in this city.” “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird he calls himself God? Bit egotistical.” “I don’t see why. That’s his name. Godfrey.” “Oh. I see. God for short.” Maybe he wasn’t some crazy loon. Maybe he could be reasoned with. Wait, what was I even thinking? “Can he really tell when someone’s lying?” “Oh, yes,” said Biadet. “Everyone has to tell the truth in God’s presence. Well, except for one person.”

I wanted to punch something, anything that could elicit a horrifying pain and make me forget how well aware my senses were now heightened by her damn presence. Anything that would erase the way my heart pulsed against my rib cage. These pathetic feelings. “Let’s get started with the game rules players.” The Voice began and sifted into background noise at the back of my mind. “In the game of Jack or Jill, there is one liar and one guesser." The Voice went on. “As a Jack, you tell the lies and Jill is expected to detect it’s a lie. Success in accurate lie detection leads to the elimination of Jack but failure leaves your fate in the hands of Jack. They gain the autonomy to either decide to let

Everyone looked at him, stunned. Felix nodded, his gaze dropping to his hand. “When Dread Lord’s mother abandoned him in my arms, she confessed that she had tricked the God of Death into sleeping with her by using the face of the Goddess. She was a woman banished from the heavens and wanted to mess with the heavens by destroying the lovers. But her actions destroyed the relationship between the Goddess and the God of Death. Their bond was already forbidden, one was a destroyer, the other a savior. However, the Goddess couldn’t bear the heartbreak caused by the God of Death. She chose self-punishment, to forget him, and vowed never to fall in love again. She disappeared into the tears of hea