God Of Tricksters Novels & Stories

Tristan instructed. Edwardo nodded before leaving the room and mansion... After Edwardo was gone Gabriel turned his attention to his friend Tristan. “You made this man appear like some kind of powerful God but he is busy saving little girls from kids." Gabriel's voice showed his mockery as he walked towards where his friend sat. “Didn't a God once lay his life for little kids?" Tristan replied and Gabriel raised a brow. “And your point?" “His actions don't limit his power. A God remains a God. I have felt his power and I know for sure he has it in abundance," Tristan replied.

There was a hollow place in the prospector's belly, but he forced himself to ignore it. "I was sent by God, to assist with your mission, and to smite the Thraki down". "Define 'smite'". "To kill them". "Good. Who or what is God?" Jyro glanced around and took the plunge. "God is my description for that which created you". The Hoon compared the claim to data on hand. "There is no evidence to support what you say". Jyro felt a sudden surge of confidence. "And there is none to contradict what I say, either".

Nayna explained. "Kratus?" "Yes... The God of Monster." Nayna said then continued. "Kratus is the God of Plague. If he gets hungry we are offered to this God. A God with 12 arms. He can eat an animal whole!" She explained. Of course, her hair turned white. She is scared also. "This..."

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

I am directionally challenged. I don't remember routes well, and I get lost quite easily. Wyatt Zimmerman, my best friend, refuses to believe me and insists on helping me fix this problem. He even gets Queenie Jackson, my foster sister, and Yvonne Lambert, my childhood sweetheart, on board to put me through "special training". They get off the subway before I do whenever we travel, leaving me alone at the station. They quietly leave through another entrance whenever we go shopping, leaving me wandering alone like a fool as I search for them. They always say it's to train my sense of direction. I step away to use the restroom during lunch today, and by the time I return, the three of them

I recognized them immediately. The first had sharp, angular features and a cruel smile. This was Dazir—the god of mischief. His eyes shimmered between colors, like lies slipping through cracks. The second one was quieter, his face forgettable, hood pulled low. I’d read about Dazir. But the other one… The god of theft.

But unexpectedly, he was bitten by a snake. "After he died, it was just Finn and me. We could barely hang on. I wanted more money, so I fabricated the story about Xavier coming to your rescue. "As for Ms. Hilliker, I drove her to her death. I arranged for her to see the news that day and paid the nursing home's director to keep it hidden from you. "Also, that so-called psychic was actually a hired actor. I was behind everything. I'll turn myself in and go to prison. Please, spare my life!"

"Ang alin?" "Lahat ng 'to... Nakulong ka na, 'di ba? Gusto mo pa bang bumalik dun?" Lucas shook his head as he chuckled. "If you think about it, I didn't fail last time... I was just unlucky because I was the new meat. Choosing the fall guy was a part of the plan. I was just too arrogant not to realize that those assholes chose me for that role. Minalas lang ako dahil ako ang naging scapegoat nila. This time, hindi na ako makukulong. After all, I have the best people with me, right?"

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.