Novel & Cerita God Of Soul

Maya Adams has a type… Anyone who isn’t Hunter Callum. To the rest of the world, he’s the God of Hockey..a cold, arrogant, shirtless-on-every-billboard legend. To Maya, he’s the prude, stuck-up asshole who just got her suspended from her dream job at a top New York publishing firm. When a drunken night of trash-talking Hunter at a club ends in a bloody brawl and a viral scandal, Maya wakes up in the one place she never thought she’d be…Hunter’s penthouse. Now, his agent is offering her a deal she can’t afford to refuse Play the part of the doting, supportive girlfriend for five months. Curb the temper of the league's most volatile player. Walk away with $3.5 million and her career back. The rules are simple: keep it professional in private and convincing in public. But as the "God of Hockey" starts showing Maya a side of himself the cameras never see, the lines between their contract and their chemistry begin to blur. Maya is supposed to be faking it. But Hunter? He stopped playing a game the moment he laid eyes on her. Falling for the enemy wasn't in the contract. But obsessed gods don't play by the rules.

That night at the Holy Banquet, the Arrow of Desire struck both the divine prince Cassius, a descendant of Zeus, and his father, Theron. If they didn’t mate before the moon set, their divine power would implode, shattering their very essence. In my past life, I had secretly loved Cassius for ten whole years. So, when he grabbed me, his body burning up, I didn't say no. After one wild night, I was carrying his thunder-blooded child and successfully married into the divine palace. But after the wedding, he was ice-cold to me. He was convinced I had stolen the Arrow of Desire, all for the sake of marrying into divinity. Even after I gave him children, he never claimed me as his wife before the gods. He saved all his tenderness for his one true love—the holy maiden Lyra, who was forced to marry into the Sea Realm and eventually died in a storm. Later, I was branded as "jealous and wicked," scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap.

After my fated mate, Liam, postponed our marking ceremony for the ninety-ninth time, I saw him on the pack's evening news broadcast. He was with Clara at the Temple of the Moon Goddess, helping her choose precious moonstones. The look on his face was a gentle one I'd never seen before. My heart turned to ash. In my despair, I immediately accepted Alpha Fabian's courtship. He wooed me at his lavish estate, promising me the grandest marking ceremony of all. I started to believe the Moon Goddess had made a mistake, that Fabian was my true mate. Until I walked in on him in his study, plotting with a witch. On our marking night, he was going to steal my wolf soul and give it to Clara. And to make sure I could never interfere with Clara and Liam's bond, he planned to keep me his prisoner forever. I fled back to my room, sobbing uncontrollably. Then, with a trembling hand, I called the apothecary. "I need your strongest potion to end a pregnancy. As soon as possible."

Because I was born under the Moon’s blessing, my body ripened earlier than any she-wolf my age. On the night of my eighteenth turning, my brother—fearing I’d be force-claimed by brutes—entrusted me to his blood-oath brother: Silas, Alpha of the Northern Peak. The first time we met, his golden eyes locked on my bared neck and never left. His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon. For four years since, I’ve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate. Four years later, his confidante from the Central Territories returned. He tore from my heat-soaked sheets without a backward glance, racing to the moon-platform to greet her. I followed, stomach hollow, scent glands throbbing with his phantom claim. Only an hour before, his hand—scarred from my own teeth—had clamped over my mouth as he rutted me into the furs. Now, before the assembled Pack, he stroked another woman’s silver hair. “Amara, don’t show that jealous look. Have you forgotten—four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was moon-mad.” “This tantrum is unbecoming.” He was right. I had chosen this life myself. But when I finally chose to leave him, he was the first to break.

Blurb: **“You are nothing to me.”** Those were the words Kael Thorne spoke while rejecting his fated mate in front of the entire pack. For Eryx, an omega born weak and unwanted, that rejection did not just break a bond,it erased his life. Dragged from sacred ground, stripped of his name, and sold in a shadow auction like damaged goods, Eryx learns the cruel truth of his world: omegas are disposable, and mercy is a myth. But fate is not done with him. When the Alpha who shattered him buys him back with cold silver and unreadable eyes, Eryx expects pain, punishment, and ownership. What he does not expect is protection. Silence instead of touch. Walls instead of chains. And a bond that refuses to stay dead. As buried prophecies awaken and elders come knocking with blood on their hands, Eryx discovers his rejection was a lie meant to save his life,and that his broken soul carries a power capable of tearing packs apart. Now trapped between enemies who want to use him and an Alpha who would burn the world to keep him safe, Eryx must decide who he is beyond rejection. Because some bonds are not meant to be broken. And some omegas were never meant to kneel.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

Dionysus finds sanctuary in the human realm, stowing away from the heavenly gates of Olympus. He wears the scars of defeat, melancholy, and betrayal in his heart the moment he set foot on earth, vowing never to return until he has regained his pride and honor. However, at love's playful coincidences, The wine god alias Kim Yeojoon, secret CEO of Victoire Wine Company, dreams of an unfamiliar face that had not only awakened his cold heart, but has left him chasing for more answers. With a few pulls of power in his midst, he finally was able to put a name to that face. Behind that otherworldly beauty is Charon, a famous model under the name Han Sejin, the ferryman of Styx that guides the souls of the dead to the afterlife. Will the stirring of his heart's desire be a sign of a new beginning? or will it be the cause of his misery, with an unknowable prophecy looming over him?

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

As a wolf shifter growing up in one of the strongest packs on the continent, I should be living my best life. But after my mother ran away and got herself knocked up by some demon, I became the town's pariah. They call my species Slades, half-demon, half-wolf shifter. We're hunted and killed the moment we first shift. Unfortunately for me, my first shift is coming sooner than I'd like and if I don't form some kind of plan, I'm going to shift in front of the whole god-damned pack and then there'll be no running. So, I do what any sane young, desperate woman would do in my situation. I summon a God.

Theirs was a love that was cursed. He was a God cast down and turned into a Lycan. She was his bride that was lost in time and was reborn as a werewolf. But, does finding her will lead to a happy ever after? A divinity to regain. A beloved to save. And a lineage to protect. Four Kingdoms. Four Elemental Wolves. One was in dire need of survival One was a damsel in distress The other was a demigod... And an Alpha Queen who has been raised to feel no emotion. Four rare creatures of the night were born of the elements. Who among them is the Bride of the Lycan God?