God Of Poison Novels & Stories

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

Harvey frowned; he felt that something was off. He decided not to use his bare fists any longer. Instead, he kicked a long sword into his hand and pointed it forward. Clang! A foul stench seeped out, as if something was rotting. Harvey squinted for a moment, and frowned again. “I get it now. Not only did you increase your strength by taking the drug, butt your blood is also full of poisonous properties. “This is why you managed to become a God of War in such a short amount of time!

A hooded figure stood ahead of her. But a silence shaped like a man. She couldn’t hear him. But her bones ached with the weight of what he was. He reached for her chest—And when he touched her—She saw the truth. It was never born to illuminate.It was built to distract. The godfire was created as a cage. To hold the unnamed. To bury the thing that was never supposed to exist. To distract the world with prophecy and war and power—While the true danger slept beneath it all.

"I have never hurt your women... Don't blame me for other's doings... " He sighed. He could understand that they all are hurt due to whatever happened to their mother. "You trapped Bella and her child in fire.." Dom accused. "I was the one who didn't let her hurt in that... It was just to distract you all... I could never hurt an innocent woman with baby... Even though she is little annoying." He took a sip of his drink. "I hope this is not poisoned... " "I would do worse than just poisoning you..." Dom scowled. "You almost killed me twice... "

He called. "According to the legends, there are many God's in this world. Everyone had a title. And this God who smelled like shit was... THE SHIT GOD!" "A God with poisonous aura. He can kill God with just one breath." "But, is he truly the Shit God we knew?" God asked himself. Nobody! No one! This Shit God is impersonating! Afar from his cave. Inch by inch... The impersonating shit God is walking at him slowly.

However, he failed in the fulfillment of his obligation. "It's our mistake, master. Try not to make your hands grimy for that knave's blood. We are extremely sorry for the deeds." Sen followed to say. "Kindly rebuff us, master." Somebody had given his lord a solid portion of aprohdisiac (sexual enhancer). On the off chance that his master was not all around trained to control his body and want, yesterday was the last day of their lord's life. Yet, he was alive, his foe should regret not shooting him to death. After all, he was known as a walking Demise God in this world. Every person who saw him was not alive in this world. However, it was so neglectful and undutiful to them not to notice th

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

Days later, the thug said I paid him to kill Jessy, said I was so jealous of how close she and Wayne were, I had lost my mind. Jessy cried and begged Wayne to forgive me and the thug. She made herself look noble, forgiving, merciful. After that, the Hilton family hated me. I never did any of that, truly. I had begged Wayne to investigate Jessy's finances. I needed to prove I had nothing to do with that man. They found nothing in her accounts. However, they did find a one million dollar wire transfer from my account that went straight to the thug. Wayne locked me in the basement that night and told me to think it over. He said if I had any shame left, I would kneel and apologize to Jessy.

“Why would they not recognize me? They are my family.” “You were never a part of their family, at least that is what they remember.” Charon sighed when she just stared at him, “You see, when a god or goddess becomes discovered he or she joins the divine realms and leaves his or her mortal life. Thus, anyone who knew of his or her existence as a mortal must have their memory wiped out. Goddess Lenthe personally saw to it that everyone who knew the madam will have their memory of you removed.” “What??” Angelique was out of words. “How dare you?”

Moving forward, he grabbed a torch and placed its edge in a bonfire that his pack had already gotten burning, and then he moved forward. “Fly high, brother,” he murmured, placing the torch against Frank’s pallets. “Be at peace and free in the goddess’ embrace.” Stepping back, he watched Frank quickly go up in flames while his emotions slowly disappeared. From this point on, he would never fucking let his heart guide him again.