God Of Trickster Novels & Stories

“You cannot treat a child in such a manner; she is not a pet, Hades. She is your niece. Family. Have you no shame?” Elika allowed a slight smile to slither across her lips, impressed that the goddess would stand up to one of the great forces of this realm for someone she did not know. For her. This meant something to the young immortal as she laid on the stone ground, kindness a difficult thing to come across in the dark worlds of the universe. She knew then that the goddess was a spark, someone that she needed to help, and in return, ask her for loyalty. But first, she herself had to escape the clutches of the king of hell. Hades snarled, turning towards the woman he had forced to marry him

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.

I questioned her and she sighed. "Tarkik is a trickster wolf god and the Goddess believes that he's involved himself in order to help save the cryptids. He is a very powerful being but full of playfulness and humor. He also does in fact have golden blood as it is the blood of the Gods," she told me. I looked at him across the table and when our eyes met a rush of pleasure zinged down my spine and I gasped. Tarkik sniffed the air and his eyes started to glow. A low growl of "mine" came from his sexy mouth and I glanced over at Griffin to see him looking between the two of us in disbelief and started grumbling in shock. I rolled my eyes and couldn't understand what the big deal was. Tarkik was

“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.”

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

His eyebrows raise, “Oh, I thought you would have people in your human world you call Tricksters.” “Unless you’re talking about Loki, then no.” “What’s a Loki?” Gecko interrupts. “Uh, a non...person, don’t worry about it.” Corvu clears his throat and leans up when he answers, “A Trickster is someone, usually of Elf relation, born of magic that’s known to drag a curse along with them wherever they go. We’re apparently bad luck and because of that we’re usually tormented as children, by the time we’re older we usually hate everyone and everything so Tricksters are widely known as the worst Daemonaria to put your trust into.” He finishes with a wicked snicker. It was a lot to take in but I coul

I said with a smile as I took in the expression of wonder on each of their faces. “What? You didn’t think God would let paradise go to waste just because a stupid girl ate an apple, did you?” “At this point, I’m willing to forget anything I thought I knew before I met you, love.” Blake had already wandered ahead, carefully inspecting his surroundings, but Aiden remained by my side, his grip on my hand still firm. “So, God is real then?” Aiden asked as we wandered through the garden. “Of course. God, Zeus, Jupiter, Odin… whatever you wish to call him. We know him as the all-father.”

Cory grumbled. Isis grabbed a hold of Dimitri's shoulder and pulled herself ahead of him. She stared at the man in front of her. Blue skin, lifeless almond-shaped eyes. He was standing around 7ft tall. He was a rather thin-looking man, with a bald spot on his head. "Of course, you are Dolos, God of Thievery and sometimes known as a trickster." "You caught me," Dolos bowed.

“I am Shango the Lord husband of Oya, I am storm, I am fire, I am death.” I raged as I made a beeline for the Portuguese traders, the me in the dream has only his flaming eyes for his prey as he drew his battle axe but the me in the present saw the wide grin of triumph on Lanróyè the trickster god’s face as he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. And no matter how much I cried I could not warn my old self from breaking my King’s decree and bringing about my ruin.

Because I’m about to meet a god. Hermes. Greek and Roman mythology has always fascinated me—especially considering my connection to Selene—but Hermes? That’s one god I never wanted to meet in person. The Divine Trickster. He stole Apollo’s sacred cattle as a newborn. Helped design Pandora with a deceitful heart and then let her loose on mankind. He’s not known for playing fair—or playing nice. So yeah, I’m uneasy. When Alex turns to ask if I’m ready, I don’t even correct him for calling me little brother.