God's Smuggler Book Novels & Stories

Wound thought that might be a juicy morsel. "I know all about Hades and his no-fur. And the other one, Guru. He stole one of my no-furs. They're all a pain in the ass." Tricksy pointed towards the door. "If he made a deal, it would be in your all-knowing book. Go and fetch the book. Bring it in here and let's see what sort of deal our mutual friend made." "That's sacred. You can't cross that line without consequences, Tricksy. Can't you win without it?" Wound was still getting up and heading back to the kitchen despite his protests. "You shouldn't even know about the book. It's supposed to keep the Gods in check."

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher.

Caleb explained, running a hand through his hair. "You mean… she stole it?" Ivana asked, alarmed. "Something like that. Let's set up a tent here and rest," Eric said, frustration creeping into his voice. "We can't go back to the hotel while some curse is chasing us. Whatever she took, we need to return it first." As they pitched the tent, Ivana couldn't shake the image of the bronze-skinned man with glowing gold eyes carrying her through the collapsing temple. "Can't have you die yet." The memory burned in her mind, more real than any dream.

Then, “Find the truth about what happened eighteen years ago.” “I’ve tried. You know I've tried. I searched everywhere for the five powerful books of life.” “You have been searching wrongly,” the goddess replied. “Don’t search too far, Liam. Those books are closer than you think.” “Who are they with?” “I don't have answers to that. But look again, Liam,” she whispered. “Not with your eyes… but with your soul. What you seek is already near.” “You know why I don't come to you? It's because you don't give me straight answers. You speak in parables and make everything confusing for me “

"Caroline, we've already lowered ourselves to beg you. Know when to stop!" The case files scattered across the ground. Tagged pages and notes covered in red markings spilled everywhere. On the top sheet, the words "Sterling Group Commercial Fraud Case" stood out sharply. Julian froze. His tense expression loosened at once, and a smug smile even rose on his face. "So you really are the same as before. You say one thing but mean another." He seemed to think the notes I had stayed up all night studying were meant to help him escape conviction.

He was a criminal, a traitor, and a devil. My gaze kept drifting back to the incriminating evidence before me. I saw the careful packaging, the precision, and the planning. This wasn't just some amateurish endeavor; this was a well-oiled operation. And Nelson was right in the thick of it. The realization made me sick to my stomach. I knew I had to get out, call the authorities, protect myself, or just do anything at all, as my life was now at stake. If I ever wanted to, I could excuse the arms and dangerous weapons, but the blood stains on the wall, I couldn't dare excuse that.

The man answered and Rick frowned, He rushed and grabbed the man without pity. " Then where is the book of revelation you scumbag, Rumors have it that you have the Book of Revelation in your possession, If you don't want to tell me where it is, I will need the Book to find it out myself, Where is it? " Rick asked. " Someone stole it " The man answered and Rick aggressively smashed him hard on the ground, Rick's eyes darkened and his claws grew even more longer, Silent ensured as he ripped off all the hearts of everyone in the hall.

She sighed as she looked at me. "What's the good news?" I asked. "The good news is this book didn't go missing on my watch. I just somehow kept missing that it was supposed to be there." She explained. "Apparently it was one stolen a few years ago when there was a breach in the pack, this was something that happened before Jaxon came in to take over Dark Moon." "That's great that it wasn't on you then." I responded. "But what's the bad news?" "The book title is The Moon Goddess' Unique Creations." She was hesitant to keep going but she did anyway. "This is the book I needed to go through to determine what exactly is going on with you. It's the only copy of it and someone took off with it yea