God Of Tricksters Novels & Stories

he said, “my understanding is that to get through the gates into Vanda, you must get on your knees and honor each of the gods by name.” I glanced at him, realizing with surprise that having lived most of his life in the Northern region, Tristan had never gone to the temple before, either.Which gods?” “All of them.” When I blanched, he laughed softly. “Not all battles are won with steel, Born-in-Fire— some are won by guile.” “What do you propose?” I enquired, alternately scared and interested, because Tristan ’s grin was huge, his green eyes shining brilliantly. And I knew what that meant.

It was a place of whispers, illusions, and riches—alive in ways that defied the natural world. And the most chilling note at the bottom: Those who enter without the deity’s blessing never return whole. To enter, you have to give him something in exchange. Like Cyrus Lockwood, he offered him entertainment, tales, and stories that amused him. Until Cyrus impregnated his daughter. He sealed the portal to everyone until they brought him a child of all 4 bloodlines, Goldenthorn, Lycan, Lockwood, and his own. I closed the book slowly, a shiver crawling down my spine. That deity is Loki, the trickster God.

he gods worriedly stared intently at their creature, who had been out of control for a long time and was now changing into nothing but trouble. He had acquired the status of deity by a clear margin and was no longer referred to as the "Messenger of the gods." He demonstrated to those who opposed him that he would not hesitate to use violence to avenge those who were thought to have betrayed his trust. He was cruel. He slaughtered his victims, who were nothing more to him than a collection of toys to play with, in front of the gods, making sure to leave a terrible mess even for those vile enough to enjoy a killing spree.

You’d think being the most evil, most powerful being on the fucking planet would mean people stop trying to double-cross me. Hermes didn’t get that memo—I had to threaten his mates. Loki didn’t get it either—so I sacrificed his son Fenrir to the mutts, broom riders, and flying bitches. Those two are confirmed traitors. But we’ve had defectors too. Gods like Anansi, Kokopelli, and Sun Wukong? Gone. Just disappeared. Probably somewhere in the Underworld. But with the amount of shit Hades is juggling, we can’t track them. And Persephone? As fucking hot as she is, I don’t trust her. I’d fuck her if I could, but that’s as far as my trust goes.

"Reveal to me the path to final mastery." The air trembles. The candles flare wildly and then the shadows part. A vision unfolds before me; a monstrous creature, terrible and eternal, bound beneath the surface of the world, buried for centuries. It writhed in its slumber, murmuring for release. A smile spread across my face. If I free it, if I became its vessel… I would no longer be an ordinary wolf. I would be a god. I rise from the altar, my heart racing in my chest. The whispers had grown louder, a chorus of voices promising me anything.

Ninb, being the god of chaos, is a random and purposeless being, who rules luck and misfortune and can be worshiped by any type of adventurer, he just didn't know if even being a beast, he was an adventurer. Whether a bard who inspires prosperity in his companions, or a reckless mercenary, even a mad mage who curses his victims with eternal misfortunes could claim his protection, even if he was very strange due to his form. When Saint Cuthbert was chosen as one of the mediators and gods of retribution, Tsuki could use that power to inflict an alliance between the forces. Tsuki Miki saw yet another mortal turned god, who while some preach revenge or justice, St. Cuthbert promotes retribution,

“Because you’ve never done this before…I mean no disrespect, you’re just acting very…different.” And the hits just keep coming. I know I created them to handle the eyti, but realising I never even lent a hand in taking care of the very creatures that only exist because of my fucks up, is in itself, fucked up. I knew I could be a prick, but I thought I at least had some redeeming qualities. Turns out I have none. They should retitle me from God of Worlds to God of Assholes, it feels more appropriate.

And Nihareth—once Tristan—closed his eyes and smiled wide, wicked, victorious. The gods had stolen centuries from him. Now he would take everything from them. Starting with Elias

"You're the one who upset Jeremiah. Hurry up and apologize. If getting on your knees is what it takes for him to forgive you, then that's what you do." That only made it more ironic. I couldn't hide the mocking look on my face. Calum had already been holding back his anger, and since I had always been so easy to push around, seeing my expression now was too much for him. "Jeremiah Stark, just who do you think you're making that face at? If you hadn't mentioned that the house was being torn down, I wouldn't have kicked you out. "Besides, you won the lottery and kept it from your family. Can someone as malicious as you are swear you never thought about keeping all that money for yourself? How