God Otsutsuki Novels & Stories

After the door shut behind him and the butterflies let me go, I collapsed back on the couch. "Wow, so," I glanced over at mom who was sideways to my vision. I flip over so she was right side up and I watched her attempt to pick the right words. "Alpha and Omega, Omega to Luna." Like a water faucet she started to cry, I stand and tug her into a hug.

Esther and this woman who I now know as Eos continued to scream back and forth as I made my way over to a still unconscious Lakota. "Lakota, I am sorry. I do not wish to be your mate. I do not wish to help you find your happiness. Although I do not wish to help you, I do not wish for you to suffer." I say placing my hands softly on his chest and a bright blue light emits from my palms, going into his body. His breaths begin to speed up and his eyes flash open, looking directly at me. "Zaraphine, I will be okay. You can leave. Run as far away from here as you can and do not look back. Go be the Goddess I know you can be." He whispers so only I can hear. I slowly nod my head and begin my way t

Omotola cried as a crowd began to gather, her siblings looked and saw the aura around the Orisha. "He's a chaos god, he's in his element." Binta said Once again Omotola wondered if they had done the right thing by unleashing this powerful being into a world that has forgotten his kind. "What is the use of exchanging banter when there are no bards and drummer to bare witness," Shango cried and a band of native drummers mysteriously appeared. "Guy who you be? Who the hell do you think you are." The lead thug sneered. "I am your father's master and your mother's husband."

But was it the happy ever after for the royal kingdom and people of Hamster? The dead body of Otaku was found by some Aghoris who passed by the way. They were experts in practice of black magic and sorcery. With their evil powers they brought Otaku alive. For the wickedness he nurtured in his body and blood, Otaku became a master in Tantrism. He is now no more a human who has life principled to birth and death but a vampire, a sex hungry beast and a lust filled addict who had mastered on sorcery.

"I am the demon Okasaka, John Justice Maclean's old power. He summoned me to assume control of the throne and govern it for him." Okasaka, your time is slain. No, I've seen you, you're a servant of the holy divine. Please forgive me I'm leaving, I implore you. No, "you must perish." I said. I held up my palm and cried, "Ocean Lord, your strength kills the spirit, thus Okasaka is on fire right now." My two hands sent out some bizarre force to strike it. It burned and transform on its own. I say "burn now because you can't get away."

"Your energy readouts... they're gone. You're not registering on the scanners." "It's not gone," Atlas—the ancient god they had rescued from the Foundry—explained in his deep, rumbling baritone. "It has integrated with the planet. From this moment forward, as long as he stands upon the Earth, he commands the foundation of the world itself." Jack clenched his fist, feeling the inexhaustible, majestic power surging through him. A cold, predatory smile touched the corners of his lips. However, ruining this rare moment of triumph, a grating, arrogant synthesized voice forcefully sliced into their secure communication channel.

"Now unhand me!" Two purple arms emerged from the tunnel, scratching the plaster with claws as Gideon's shapeshifter form made an appearance. Otto was dripping sweat. Fresh blood stained the sweats I'd dressed him in. He was nowhere near ready to be walking around. "Daddy!" The child screamed out, extending his arms for a hug. "You are no child of mine," Otto spat, voice thick with venom. He barely moved a muscle before a dagger appeared in his hand. One that looked very familiar.

She still couldn’t believe that the swamp swallowed people even after seeing it with her own eyes. Then Sekora hesitantly flew down and stood across from him. “Who dares to approach the undefeated guardian of the Tsunami sword.” Said the Guardian. “My name is Sekora Taru, I am the Sword Keeper and must have what you are guarding.” Said Sekora drawing her staff and pointing at the guardian. “Then we must battle.” Said the Guardian, then he drew a black card out of his robe and dropped it onto the ground. Once the card hit the ground everything was covered in black. Sekora was terrified and wondered where she was. The Guardian walked up to Sekora and made a water ball with his hand.

I breathed out. “Hmm your pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to fuck you when your Mrs Antonov.” The way he said his surname made my back arch. His finger was out now and gripping my thighs tighter. Arching over he put his hand around my neck and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I was going to fucking cum again. The minute his other hand touched my clit I moaned out and felt a gush between my legs.

Demanding. And standing in the center of the chaos, surrounded by death and destruction, was a man I'd never seen before. He was tall. Dark hair. Eyes that shifted between every color. And power. So much power it made the air vibrate. He looked at me. Smiled. "Hello, Aurora," he said. Voice echoing with a thousand others. "I'm Erebus. God of Darkness. And I've been waiting for you." The bonds exploded. All four of them. Connecting. Intertwining. Creating something new. Something terrifying. Something that would either save us all or destroy everything.