God's Smuggler Book Novels & Stories

“We cleared the club. Caught three brokers.” “First, you steal cannabis, hallucinogens, Rophynol, the Special K. Do you know how much each packet of those costs? How much you’ve robbed from me?” I roared at Nico’s face. “And now you go behind my back and get involved with the Ivanovs?” The name set an alarm inside Nico. His chest heaved with fear and regret, confirming my intuitions. I bet he wished he could turn back time and undo his mistakes. Too late.

"Our goods were hijacked before they even made it to port. It's been a nightmare trying to track them down." He rubbed his temples as if trying to ward off a headache. "I've been trying to get someone, anyone, to help me locate the missing shipment. But so far, no one seems to know anything. It's as if the javelins vanished into thin air." His eyes locked onto mine, pleading for assistance. "That's why I'm reaching out to you now. I need someone with your... particular set of skills to help me track down the hijackers and recover our stolen goods. Time is of the essence; every day that passes puts us further behind schedule."

“Only the magically persuading ones. Plus, the last counselor met with an unfortunate accident. He was so sweet, too.” Accident, my ass. He knew that counselor, Mr. Sherry, would be never seen again. Of course, Gillian got her hands dirty. It also explained the lack of investigations as far as Beau knew. In a small town like this, she really didn’t need to be careful of where she obtained her meals when she had magic on her side. Still, that was beside the point. “Alpha said I could do this on my own. And I can. In fact, I think I just found my way in.”

He just looked at me. “I’m leaving,” I turned to walk away. “No you’re not.” Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me back. “Harper nothing is going on. Your brother wrote a letter to me before he was released. Wanted to meet me, size me up I suppose.” “How did he get your details?” “He wrote to me at the embassy. Our photos were in a lot of papers after my trial.” “What does he want?”

“Thank you again. I know it’s rude of me to suddenly appeared and take Apollo from you. When we find the other sheet, we can return to the place we were used to living.” “Ah, it’s nothing. You’re his wife after all.” “Thank you. And I was curious. Your voice. I can tell that it wasn’t from this Earth. Possessing it, you might have another God to give you something like that.” “You are right. But he wasn’t here now.” “Who is that God then?” I was about to speak when Apollo came with a tray of drinks. He made orange juice. “Sorry. It took me so long.”

I asked. Dmitri's expression shifted slightly — something between impressed and cautious. "Six months ago, someone was feeding false financial information to Interpol about a mid-level arms dealer. Planted evidence, fabricated transactions, the kind of digital paper trail that takes a team months to construct. Interpol acted on it. The dealer was arrested, his entire network dismantled." He paused. "The dealer had been running trafficking operations through three Eastern European cities. The women he'd been moving — the case that brought him down freed forty-one of them." Silence.

The pack needs you. Slowly I crept out, following the tracks left by the smugglers. Kaden and the triplets joined me and we moved swiftly and silently, surrounding the warehouse. I gave the signal, and my warriors burst through the doors, catching the smugglers by surprise. There was a brief struggle, but we quickly subdued them. “Search the place,” I ordered. “Find everything.” We found crates filled with contraband—illegal weapons, drugs, and other illicit goods. My anger simmered as I realized the extent of their betrayal.

Let's do this. Giselle gave him a confused look while Hyun was too proud of himself. This book was the work of the God of Love. He put everything that he found all these years on how to improve one's love. Giselle opened the book. She saw it one time but did not pay much attention. "I t... h a s... m o r e... t h e n.... t h o u s a n d... p a g e s. W e... c a n... r a n d o m l y... t r y.. o n e.. t h i n g.... e a c h... d a y."

luckily, the towel was still able to cling to my body. My eyes drifted to the bag under the bed. The zipper was undone and what peeking through the bag was very similar book I put in it before coming here. My first guess was reed probably found about the boom but then he never bothers to touch my things, not even I leave the zipper off. He gives me space and he trust me to tell him things. Or maybe he knows himself, eventually he gets whatever from me. How to Summon the Gods. Was written in bold capital letters on the book. The book was old, qualifying for ancient artefact. I slowly and carefully skimmed through the pages. The book was really old. The pages were so delicate if I applied more

I gave him a weak smile, relief washing over me at the sight of him unharmed. “You did well,” the goddess murmured as she finished her healing. “Rest for a moment.” But I shook my head, urgency tightening my throat. “The book,” I said hoarsely. “The one Kia’s father mentioned. Something about a guide on how to train Kia's dormant powers. Do you know about it?” The goddess studied me for a moment before snapping her fingers. In an instant, a large, leathered book appeared in her grasp and she held it out to me.