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.

“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.

"Do you think I really want you to have an abortion? Have you thought about what will happen if I don't do something? "Legally, Jeremiah has inheritance rights. If his biological parents could throw him away, that says plenty about the kind of people they were. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. What makes you think he won't come after our family's assets? "Besides, there's still a week until the New Year. All these years, he always waited until New Year's Eve to return, so why did he come back so early this time? He obviously came home to claim a share of the compensation money."

He looked like he was looking at a piece of trash. He looked at me with so much hate that I felt my heart break. The golden line between us glowed one last time, tying our souls together. Eldrick’s claws came out. He dug them into the stone ledge until the rock broke. He took a deep breath. His voice sounded like a growl from a monster. "The Goddess," Eldrick said, "is playing a trick on me. If she thinks I will ever love a traitor's daughter, she is wrong."

data-turn="assistant" My gloomy mood eased a little. At the very least, things weren’t as terrible as I had imagined. At least two people had treated me kindly. It wasn’t as though a woman who had lost her youth was worthless. Finally calming down, I opened a book about the High Gods. I began to understand why I had become like this: back then, Loki had used the “Path of the Underworld” on me, intending to destroy me completely. But perhaps because the world had been reborn, I had been given a chance to live again—only I had lost the divine power of the God of Love. A god who had lived for three thousand years without divine power, and without eating the golden apples, would naturally end up

"You said you were going to dump me and Piper into the river, so I'll give you that chance right now. Do you even have the guts to do that?" Gunthar was livid when he heard that. With a furious backhand, he knocked Jude unconscious on the spot. "The audacity!" he snapped. "What makes you think you can do whatever you want in Hyporion? Someone, cuff him up!" Guards rushed in and dragged Jude away like a slaughtered hog. Watching his limp body being hauled off brought me no joy, only a deep, sickening disgust. Gunthar then turned to the stunned Velda and laughed coldly. "Have you forgotten, Ms. Mercer? Sentinel Group would still be nothing but a hollow shell drowning in debt without Callan's h