God Of Poison Novels & Stories

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

In Mount Kpamos Helena, locked in Robos’ dungeon struggled to breathe. Her wounds were not healing quick enough and this was because Robos had applied the Mekai, a golden liquid substance that was known to kill gods if it was stabbed into their hearts. But he had only applied a small amount to her injuries making it impossible to heal quickly, it was his demented way of punishing her. She squeezed her eyes in pain as the broken bones of her wrists merged slowly. Tears fell down her cheeks but her heart and mind was set; she would not reveal the whereabouts of her children. If they were destined to destroy the gods then she’ll happily die in the hands of her children so long as they lived. He

Seraphina's eyes narrowed. “This isn't natural poison.” She murmured. “Who made this?” “As far as we know, it is linked to an ancient dark god, Zerathos, that the rebels are working with.” Ava explained. I realized that I needed to spread word about Zerathos to all the packs so that they would know what we have discovered so far. “Can the poison's effect be cured?” Ava asked. Seraphina was silent.

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

"I was scared! They're too powerful! Too dangerous!" "And now they're uncontrollable." Erebus kneels beside me. His hands glowing. Trying to heal me. "Because you took away their anchor. Their humanity. Their love." I try to speak. Try to tell Trinity to be good. To stay balanced. To not become the monster. But the words won't come. Just blood. So much blood. "Save her," Kai begs Erebus. "Please. Use your god power. Do something." "I'm trying!" Erebus's voice breaks. "But the poison is divine. Made specifically to kill immortals. I can slow it but I can't stop it."

Wearing his black and silver suit that looked more than seven feet tall, a goatee and a pointed eagle-eyed beard, faded red color, his muscles being outlined by his expensive suit that looked to cost an average of 20 thousand dollars. That man was a Greek god who was with the expression like a fox, towards him, almost intimidating, licking his lips, in addition to being boasted by his trusted men almost as big, strong, and stoic as he was, they were men who they envied Hercules with his five strong men, as the god of war with his soldiers. So, at that time, in the middle of the reception, with the men surrounding the two women, Poison took her hand, giving it to Nikolaj, who seemed to smile,

“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.”

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Yeojoon inhaled the smell of rain, of peppermint, and the soft gusts of faint flowery scents in the ruined garden. Being the god of wine, he has always had a good nose. This is why he prefers to be isolated from other humans and live off in a wide expanse of land, placing his mansion in the middle, with it's all walls and maenads, his female followers, that guard each corner for rabid beasts that sometimes pass by.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."