God Of Tricksters Novels & Stories

The ancient stranger who brought me here frowned and said, "You have to stop calling yourself that. I do believe that you’re made for power. You cannot continue being called a name that was associated with the weak you. You're more than that. You're a queen, the one who fought for us." Okay, okay. At this point I was so confused. What queen? And I fought for them? I really needed explanation. The creature, the Goldren as the others call him, looked up, eyes gleaming with reverence. "My Queen, no matter which form you take, we will always recognise you. You are Erin, our creator, our goddess. We exist because of you." My breath caught. Creator? Goddess? ______ _The Red Moon Pack._ The dark sk

"You don't know anything about me." "I know you're scared. I know you've been alone for seven hundred years. I know you convinced yourself that becoming a god was the only way to matter." I squeezed Sylvaen's hand. "But there's another way. Let her go. Help me destroy the entity. And then... find out who you are without the hunger." The chamber held its breath. Morwen stared at me. Her hands, still crackling with ancient power, trembled. "You would trust me? After I threatened to drain your blood?"

It was shining so brightly that I had to use my hands to cover my eyes. "Do not be afraid my child" This voice, it does not belong to the priestess. It was so warm and smooth. My ears jerking to hear the sound of it again. "It is I, Hapoda, God of all the witches clan. We are four gods sent by the supreme ruler to watch over the earth. Valarus, The god of vampires, Eridal, the god of werewolves, and I, the God of witches." Ok...Where was this going?.

The demon lord who for thousands of years had barely been able to get out of the volcano because he was afraid of the divine curse, was now free to roam around, residing in the body of a human who had special abilities as a descendant of the king. "What shall we do, Your Majesty?" asked William De Jeger who began to feel the aroma of war that was about to happen again. "They have used a cunning plan to trick us and make the devil even set foot on the land of the gods. The gods must have known about it and forced us to solve this problem. Commander Robinson!" "Yes, Your Majesty?" "I gave you a special assignment which may be a little heavy and requires a great deal of sacrifice and courage!"

Ratatata, ratatata. Streams after streams of bullets were shot at the villains as if they cost nothing. The bullets pierced their bodies and made honeycombs out of them. This group only knew how to bully others, but never did it ever cross their minds that one day, they would be bullied instead. From their point of view, no one could go against Art Trading Corporation. But sadly, they had met Thomas, the God of War. The trigger happiness only lasted a few seconds. The group of more than forty villains who were originally vigorous and arrogant lay in a pool of blood.

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.”

They could be used for good, but no one listened to him. Sherald himself hated both Anmars and Markats and magicians. For him, the world was full of enemies, and these dark creatures became friends. And yes, sir. The Dark God of the Night, who loves bloody sacrifices so much. In return, he gives the faithful servant new strength. Sherald is still alive only because the gracious master prolongs his life. “Nothing, nothing,” the old man muttered. They will still regret it.

“The other Gods?” “I do not understand what you’re implying.” “What I’m trying to ask is whether you told them that you turned a Titan, one who once sat on the Great Circle of Gods, into a half-mortal? Then neglected to mention it to anyone as you mutated humans and had them fight your battle? Sounds to me as though you tried to cover up your mistake. Almost as if you were hiding it from them so they wouldn’t get involved. A situation a God of Nature would probably be required to abstain from.”

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.

Fenris growls so deep I can feel it rattle my chest It always circled back to we are one, I could never argue with him when he threw it in my face, we are not separate but the same person. I could feel his blood run threw me, I wasn't just a vessel for him but a form of his he was forced to let me have most of the control. I guess being the son of the Trickster wasn't so fun after all. I try not to ponder so much about the gods, it only leads to a huge migraine and Fenris able to force control easier and right now gods only know what he would be up to. I keep my eyes closed letting the water hit my back as I scrub my body clean from the filthy touch of Laura