God's Smuggler Book Novels & Stories

I went in after some time, and he was there scattering the books on the bookshelf. "What are you looking for?". I asked him.. "A book?" I responded back to me after sometime, he finally saw the book, he went with it to his table and called me over, his hands gesturing back at me... " What's this book about?" I saw the name, it was written in Arabic. "Derek, this has the prophecy written in it". He glared at the name, and called it, " The return of a god; عودة إله"..

And I felt slightly offended for her calling books stupid, books are awesome. "Dear, just calm down and listen to me. The merchant is a very good friend of mine and he told me that this is the celestial book of goddess Selene herself. He bought it from a servant boy who stole it from his vampire master." Hendrick explained and this only got me more curious. "Hold on a second, if goddess Selene created this book for her descendants then why was it in the possession of vampires?" I questioned, unable to stop myself.

James smiled at her and dived into the first book, looking for any information that could be useful. Half an hour later, having made notes on what little the three titles held, he stood to head back to search for a few others. Seeing his frustration, Eliza slid down a seat and said, “Here. Take this one. I’m done with it.” She handed him a biography on the life of William Donovan. “Thanks. This is perfect.” “Just make sure and word it in your own way and include a bibliography. Otherwise Dr. Thomas will freak.”

The hardened clay became soft and insubstantial, changing shape and reforming itself into a papyrus scroll filled with hieroglyphics. Isimud was showing the scroll to a band of travelling merchants who smiled avariciously and rubbed their hands together. They were not smiling by the time the Anunnaki appeared. Jimmy’s sight was filled with the scroll when they were done and he saw it change shape once again into a single edition book that looked like it had come fresh off a Gutenberg press. This one was being placed into the eager hands of some Bavarian fur trappers, who did not manage to keep their own skins after they read it.

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

“That’s right. You’ve been holding on to that book for a very long time now, but you still haven’t found anything after all these years. I think that book just contains records of medicinal treatments and pill formulas, but it won’t be much help in finding a way to break into the ultimate god realm!” Old Man Hunt also smiled. “But since you brought this up, anyone can deduce that third-grade pills and fourth-grade spirit grass do exist—and that the ultimate god status is real. After all, if the third and fourth-grade pills really exist, nobody from the advanced stage or even at the peak of the true god status would dare to take anything like that. It would contain too much energy!” “All righ

It is but a few stone's throw from the hut after all. Inside the glow of the hut provided by a flurry of candles swaying briefly with the wind, the god decided he'll leave now. And so he moved out, the pelting rain gave shivers down his spine and wet his soggy clothes that's now clinging onto his body like sticky glue. The skies grumbled and lightning flashed as the god ventured towards the array of vines, clinging onto makeshift fences, unbothered and well.

This book, Miss Brogan, is not the Gospel of Lucifer. Blake smiled and held up the book in front of me, following the direction of my gaze and leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my face. 'It is the Gospel of Helel.' His Gospel. Ethan had a fucking Gospel written about him. The Gospel of Helel. I couldn't process it. How was I meant to process something like this?

Leofric read the book and said with a smile, “It’s fine, just don’t tell anyone about this.” “Oh,” Mallory can’t help but feel a sense of relief. She took back the book and read. It didn’t take her an hour to fully digest the contents. She exclaimed, admiration spilling out from her voice. “A stone blessed by the Goddess? I don’t know how your pack was able to get something like this, but I’m guessing it’s difficult!” “It is,” Leofric agreed. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. “That’s one of the main reasons why others can’t locate this pack. No matter what.”

From Starfall Mountain, to Seedmoss Rapids. Smuggling. That’s what Ingrid said. Joli disappears for days at a time to be a smuggler. She shifts a few crates to pull out a burlap sack that moves like grain. “You can sleep here until we come up with a better plan.” “You’re a smuggler,” I say. “Yes,” she says as if that should have been obvious by now. It is, I suppose. I just still can’t imagine how I didn’t know. “Do you mind?”