God Of Malice Novels & Stories

Rather than fearing for her own life, she feared for his. A taxi, speeding past the heavy drops of rain honked at Lucius. He had his arms spread wide open. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to face the angry heavens. Ironic. He mentally scoffed. It seemed a Devil is asking for the heavens above to take his life and ask for forgiveness. He wouldn't do that. The Angels, especially God himself were and still are not in good terms with him. He hated their annoying trumpet sounds, their smiles, and their colorful, cloudy lands. Plus, the gates, why would they have a heavenly, golden gate? His kingdom never has one.

They convince others to lead a good life, to be a kind person so the blessings would come their way, but they also know damn well that they are all sinners, hopeless romantic sinners and undeserving of anything. He threw the cigarette’s butt to the ground as he faced the priest, who is looking at the full moon. “Or, you can have the tea in my office. It would be a great honor to have you down there” Lucas answered and once again gave a smile to the priest and headed back to his home, six feet underground. July 19th, Domus Malum is closed. Lucas prepared himself to go out to have some fun, and when the devils are out for some fun, this fun means suffering for humans.

Gabriel replied, ready to attack as Malakith turned back to his human form. “Lucifer’s right hand man.” he bowed courtly as he introduced himself. “And I am here to collect. I can’t have you running around ruining my plans can I?” He ran to Jasmine fangs in his mouth ready, but Gabriel punched him right in his chin sending him flying back. Gabriel pushed Jasmine to run outside the casino, praying Malakith would follow, but she turned back and he was gone. Everyone in the casino was paused from moving as Judas had done with the weather. Everything stood still. Gabriel pushed Jasmine away from him as a dark aura whip like weapon slammed hard between them.

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

It's okay if she didn't love him,he could try to stomach her but why push him away after he practically begged her. Gabriel was a man who was new to worldly pleasures. He spent his life in the Lab either researching or inventing. It was the first time he ever got entangled with a woman and the experience was something pleasant. He had led a straight and holy life until that night he got a taste of the forbidden fruit. And just like Adam, he devoured it. Now,he was facing the consequences of it.

He had never spoken to her in such a manner. "Do not worry it is not something that we cannot handle. I'll talk to you later." Mazi Ileka said before entering his room. Anine felt a bit relieved by his words. "Onum is a messenger of the gods sent to destroy Ajonwa deity." Mazi Ileka said to his wife and daughter-in-law who could not allow him to finish his dinner before demanding an explanation. The two women kept quiet. It was as if they did not hear him correctly or he was trying to pull their legs.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

The rest of the seven or eight Elders standing behind him were as stunned as he was, despite the oblivious looks on the faces of the lesser acolytes, and there was only one reason why. Corpse Puppets were abominable monsters fueled by Malicious Grudge. To kill one would require the utter destruction of its soul, like how one would slay a mage of the Nascent Soul Realm. But Xiao Chen was able to kill the Puppets with hardly any trouble and this could only mean one thing: Xiao Chen must have more than ten times more Malicious Grudge than these Corpse Puppets put together! But how could a living person possess a Malicious Grudge of such intensity and fury!?

' Immediately, an immerse pain spreads out from my neck and slowly makes it way below but it is suddenly gone as swiftly as it comes. Nathan pulls back and stares at me with yellow eyes and extended canines. I can see my blood on them. "Y-You marked me, how is that possible." "I'm a god, remember." He smirks as his canines slowly retreats. "And I am a great friend of the Moon Goddess." "That doesn't explain why you marked me." I glare at him and push him away. "What is wrong with you, sometimes you do the stupidest things."

A cathedral of pain masquerading as discipline. And at its heart, a table. Not for feast. Not for audience. But set with a single silver parchment. A contract. Velis stood beside it, silent and still, like a shadow made flesh. No armor now—no crown, no mask. Just tailored black, the shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a chest carved with centuries of war and pleasure both. He looked like a relic. A sin turned saint. A god that never forgot how to bleed. His eyes, twin embers of restrained hunger, flicked to Caelum’s awakening form. And then—he smiled.