God Of Tricksters Novels & Stories

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

He had seen creatures with three jaws tear apart his wingmen but this was a whole different level. “I thought you’d be wise enough given your newly acquired status to understand that there is no escaping this,” Elektris was speaking directly to Viper, “all the gods have fallen. How do you possibly think you can stop me now. You are merely part god and part human. It’s like the start of a bad joke!” Elektris advanced forward and everyone took a few steps back. “I could end your lives in an instant. By just a wave of my hand. Like this—”

“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.

Eternally trapped within his clutches. She carefully glanced along what remained of the four hundred men the feral being had brought under his command, watching in silence as they moved back towards the opposite end of the clearing, waiting for their next orders. Most of the men laughed and smiled, basking in their great triumph, believing that glory would await them once they returned to hell. Made it home. But it did not; all that awaited each one of the survivors would be yet another battle, relentless bloodshed that slowly ate away at their souls, blackening their very existence. Plaguing all bloodlines as they shunned the creator, discarding everything that the divine being had worked t

“Seems like you want to try it out. I see…. “I don't Nana Lulu, I have no reason to. The celestial god needs his elixir, besides grandfather can only make one for him every year ten years. I've always wondered what was special about the stupid elixir. I had no idea it'd be that powerful.” “Well it is. Don't get fascinated by the human world my boy. A god interacting with a human never ends well. Humans are not good people.” She flashed a warm smile and left. Axel found himself thinking about doing the unthinkable when she was gone. He was going to steal the celestial god's elixir from his grandfather's chamber and approach the beautiful maiden once again. Not as an invisible spirit this time

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

"Oh God..." ***

John quickly said coaxing some information out of hoger "it like he was possessed ,he was not the lad I know my alpha king he was like a God his aura was that of a God coming down to earth ,every breath he takes could kill" hoger said and after that was taken maybe to register into being a formal member of the airline pack while Linda and John were left in dilemma. "A God?? this is simply crazy any wayhe can't continue residing in our pack" John said and nodded supporting his own thoughts.

The gods anxiously looked down at their creation—who had lost control of himself for decades, and now that he had changed, he was becoming nothing but trouble. He was no longer known as the “Messenger of the gods” but a god, and had won the title fair and square. He showed those who stood against him that he was not one to shy away from bloodshed for those accused of disloyalty. He was vicious. The gods watched him as he slaughtered his victims who were nothing to him but a bunch of toys to play with, making sure to leave a horrible mess even for those foul enough to appreciate a killing spree.

"You bent a bit to mine. You and I know I am the only one who got you down on your knees. None other, demon or god can." "Shut it, proud sex god. Tsk. You are right though. Unlike you all, my head remains focused. I will have no problem." "We shall see about that. Anyways, no not bend for a deal. I do not want them thriving here. Prove to them who rules. If Serling is really behind him, he would make more trouble. He is a tricky demon." "And I am the god of tricksters." "I won't argue that with you. The hound is at the reception. Be prepared, he will be brought to you soon."