God Of Malice Novels & Stories

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.

continued Kali, “that this is only the beginning of many more. And so that the right people get this message . . . I am the goddess of Death.” “Ma’am?” asked the operator. There was no response. “Ma’am?” the tinny voice asked once again. But there was not a living soul present in the room to answer. As soon as she had finished speaking, Kali had set the connected phone down onto a coffee table and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind nothing more than a death-filled, bloody nightmare. _____________________________

It was not carved from stone or forged from metal, but built entirely from bones—the bones of fallen gods, some still shimmering faintly with a dying, tragic divine essence. ​Upon that throne lounged Malzareth. ​The High God looked almost disappointingly ordinary. He was a tall man draped in loose black robes, with long silver hair falling over broad shoulders. His calm, crimson eyes studied Kaelor with an unsettling, quiet amusement, and his smile was warm. Too warm. It was the smile of a predator that found the terror of its prey entertaining. ​"So," Malzareth said softly, his voice cutting through the damp chill of the hall. "The forgotten god returns."

Malachi didn't hold back, “It's simple. I have stayed in that illusion longer than you have. Naturally, I know what's happening.” Not in a million years did Jordan ever think of sitting and discussing anything with him. Not to mention he had harbored killing intentions towards him but here they were. Victims of the same fate. “You know who has been kidnapping, erasing memory and hiding those supernaturals?” Malachi held a look as if recalling a distant memory, “Lord Flame. The keeper and destroyer of the underworld.”

"Oh, my god. Your brother-in-law is such a heartless person. How could he beat up a pregnant woman?" I just grinned coldly and shook my head. Drake was just cruel. He was sinister, shameless, and more evil than the Devil himself. I still remembered his gleaming eyes when he harvested my organs for sale in my past life. His eyes had been pure evil. I would never let such a heartless bastard like him off the hook that easily! Also, whether or not Lesley survived this was none of my business. She probably never thought that such a thing would happen to her when she first put the drug in my wine.

But even gods are not immune to envy and strife. The war began as a disagreement, a small rift between the brothers that quickly grew into a storm. The heavens trembled as the Fates clashed, their fury shaking the very foundation of the cosmos. In their rage, they ripped open the veil that separated the mortal world from the realm of demons, a dark and twisted place where nightmares took form and ancient evils lay in wait.

Tj repeats “Well now we confess” “That’s not how-“ Before Cole could have a valid crash out at Tj the small window seated between the booths open up and someone speaks. “Confession” a voice says from the other side, smooth and bored “State your sins” Tj doesn’t miss a beat and says “Bless me Father, for I’m about to sin” There’s a pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “Bold” the voice says “Proceed” Something clicks beneath the bench, the wooden wall behind us shifts- opening as cold air blows from the candle lit stairs going down.

I hit the forest floor on four legs, the earth splitting beneath my claws. The night exploded around me, full of scent and sound. The wind carried everything—Selina’s fear, Damon’s tears, and the faint, mocking laughter of something unnatural riding the storm. Malachai. Even saying the name in my head tasted wrong. Old power. Older than the wolves, older than the bloodlines. Magic that didn’t follow rules—it wrote them. But I’ve never cared about rules. I break them. I've heard of him, of how he operates, but I am not a coward.

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.