God Of Malice Novels & Stories

One could see how unsettled they were except Gerald who still maintained his calm. "You should listen to your daughter more closely,Malcolm." Gerald uttered. "The Tribrid is one step ahead of us now. Your Pack is being raided and any moment from now Nicodemus will come flying into this room." Malcolm fears further heightened. His daughter was the only thing crossing his mind at the moment. "We'll have to be calm and very logical if not...we'll have our heads rolling on the floor." Once Gerald finished his words. The door smashed open into pieces revealing the fierce face of Gamma Reece and the monster himself.

maybe it worked for a certain God. A FEW MOMENTS LATER… “Now then..” Audelia stared at the disappointing God who was sitting in ‘Seiza’ pose in front of her as she stood with crossed arms. “Let’s talk.” “Bwuh.. Ywesh..” The disappointing God, a.k.a Ultimia answered while caressing his swollen cheeks. “How come I, who in the previous life only have two mana affinities.. NOW.. I have all except for darkness?” With one finger kept tapping while crossing her arms, Audelia glared down at the disappointing God.

"It's been a long time. I have broken my vows before God. I've committed many sins. And tonight, I may cease to exist." "Are you ill, my son?" "No. Tonight, I will risk my life to save my people." Malcolm rested his head on the wooden wall. "But I'm not sure good can triumph over evil, or that I am even good. God has abandoned me, so surely I am also evil." "Why do you believe God has abandoned you?" "Once, long ago, I believed I could save a village, but I succumbed to the sin of pride and fell into darkness. I have been there ever since."

Malachi laughed. Zane was unaware of the subtle manipulation taking place and found himself unwittingly ensnared in the web of one of the members of the Twelve, a cunning individual named Malachi. This particular member possessed the power of manipulation, capable of weaving intricate illusions and exploiting the vulnerabilities of others. Under Malachi's influence, Zane's thoughts became clouded, and his perceptions skewed. The once harmonious chorus of voices in his mind became distorted, with Malachi's insidious whispers drowning out the rest. The malicious member of the Twelve exploited Zane's desire for understanding and used it as a conduit to infiltrate his consciousness so he can use

he leans forward, clenching his hand around the glass, “he is related to you and automatically that makes him my enemy. He has helped you to do a whole lot of evil and I am just getting rid of them, the moon goddess will have a different opinion from you. I told you, Bryer..I told you not to mess with me because I am the worst of evil but you still chose to not listen to me. How many more people do you want to die because of you” “You are a psychopath, Malachi” I grit my teeth together, my claws digging into my skin from the way I clenched my hands together, “what do you think your wife will do if she finds out that you killed someone” “I would have loved to find out but she is sleeping and

Always. But it never worked on him. He had no mercy or love to give. That was the one thing the so-called genuiuses forgot to programme into his game-style code of zeroes and ones. He was a cruel teenager - one who had existed since the dawn of time in this strange land of Alphas and Gods. Miaka was the only female left - so he would be stupid to let her lie - for if she did there would be no new blood to torture - and the teen God loved to torture them.

I look at him, not looking away. “Mal, accept her rejection. She doesn’t deserve you. Think of our pup.” She says when he looks up at me. “No, I don’t deserve her. I’m sorry, Dahlia, for what it’s worth. I have loved you since we were pups. I can’t do this. I’m so sorry Dah, please.” He whimpers as tears leave his eyes. The fact I haven’t spoken to him or seen him in five years makes this easier. “Accept it, Malachi, or I will make you.” We all turn to see Gaia standing there. My cousin. The little hellion of the family. She is only ten, but she is powerful and the next Goddess of Hell.

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.