God Of Tricksters Novels & Stories

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.

Tristan stood on the mahogany table, looking down at the twelve most powerful men in the Free Cities. He felt ridiculous. Inside, his heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He was a man with no magic, a prince with no crown, and a bluff that was rapidly running out of steam. If any of these men had the spine to rush him, they would realize he was just a twenty-year-old with a sword and a very dangerous girlfriend. But they didn't rush him. They shrank back. Because in their eyes, he wasn't Tristan the Exile. He was the Viper. The God-Killer. The man who had walked out of the Sky-Spire’s collapse.

“He doesn’t think you’ll trust me. That’s how he works, keeping everyone at each other’s throats. But if you do this, I promise to help you.” What was his word worth? About the same as mine, I would guess. “Can you promise me that if I help you, you’ll never lie to me.” “Such a small request? Yes, I give you my word.” “And how do I know I can trust you?” “On my word of honour. If I speak an untruth after you release the other gods, my existence and that of all the gods, is forfeit.” He sounded very sincere. I almost believed him.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

"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?"

“You had the power to connect people…!” I stood by the window as I look at him with a depressed look as I clench my fist. “If I can’t even protect one person… what does it have for me to become king…?” He stands, patting off the grass on him. “…Everyone makes mistakes, brat— even if it’s the God of Creation.” He said. “God does not make mistakes…! You are lying…!” Restia murmured. This story— no, this is history.

“my people were strong because of this. And we drew the attention of the gods. They offered us a contract. We would perform some tasks for them at certain points and they would pay for our services. When there were planets that stepped out of line or people who had forgotten their place, we were the ones who came in to put them back into place.” Mane looked at Komfo Anokye with a questioning gaze. The gods were a bunch of people capable of living forever and ironically, feared death more than anyone else. It wasn’t surprising that they contacted a people who could take care of their dirty work. What surprised Mane was that the Weapon Masters agreed to work for the gods. Komfo Anokye came acr

Cory grumbled. Isis grabbed a hold of Dimitri's shoulder and pulled herself ahead of him. She stared at the man in front of her. Blue skin, lifeless almond-shaped eyes. He was standing around 7ft tall. He was a rather thin-looking man, with a bald spot on his head. "Of course, you are Dolos, God of Thievery and sometimes known as a trickster." "You caught me," Dolos bowed.

But if he ever loves me the way I love him? That would just be perfect. ***** “So…” I began, stepping away from his embrace to face him, willing myself to resist looking like Christmas had come early and instead put on a serious expression so he knows I’m not kidding around, “You’re a god, huh?” Jester hung his head. “Yeah. Well, technically, we call ourselves Gaians.” I waited for him to continue. “Can we…go somewhere else to talk about this?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.