God's Smuggler Book Novels & Stories

“Most times, I just ask myself if you’re naive or just stupid,“ she said and then rolled her eyes.I’ve told you, this baby is mine, mine and mine alone. You have no right to this child, and I’ve made sure of this and trust me, when you find out the lengths I’ve gone just to make sure this baby remains mine, you’ll be shocked “, she said with a smile on her face before going to a corner and carefully pushing a cupboard before taking luggage from there and signaling for her goons to take it. Immediately the first goon took the bag, his eyes widened in shock as he stared at it, it was filled with money, so much money, much more money than he’d seen his whole life, and he was getting it from Bar

he answered me with an arrogant tone. When I heard what he said, I suddenly pulled out the glowing arrow from his chest. The moment I pulled out the arrow, the sky blue-fire cage suddenly disappeared along with the rope tied to his body and the arrow in my hand. I was thrown away because of the strong energy that seemed to explode in front of me when that strange cage disappeared. "I'm finally free! It's time for my revenge!" Linux said with a grin on his face as he stretched out his hands. Suddenly, the nails on his fingers grew longer. He looks like a dog ready to pounce on its future victim.

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

“What?” Again the old man erupted in low laughter. “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me. Good luck with Caius, though.” He whistled, shaking his head then turned serious. “The book was given to me by a deabru I say around the mid fifteen hundreds, though don’t quote me. My mind is a bit fuzzy. He was a strange bird, not quite like the other deabru. This one smelled funny. I remember that. He said he’d stolen it from a great witch, her name was Lily or Laura, I can’t remember, just that it started with an L.” Laina. “What do you mean he smelled funny?”

He shuddered to think what the implications of that were; whatever the god had done to whoever he resembled. Yet inside memories throbbed in turmoil, trying to make sense of the puzzle. Isaac could not deny the God had a draw, compelling him to move closer, to be nearer to a beast that could tear him limb from limb. It was only a spot of common sense that stopped him. He watched cautiously in fearful awe as Am Heh moved about, reading over one of the ancient tomes. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it should as he leaned to study the book before swiftly averting his eyes. This really was not the time to be comparing to the imagery he was so used to. However, it was a far better view than t

Armed smugglers—eight of them, rough men with scarred faces and crossbows—spun toward the intrusion. “What the—? Saints!” one snarled, raising his weapon. “Rabid Saints, actually,” Nero growled, surging forward like a released storm. His chains whipped out, catching the first smuggler across the face with a sickening crunch. The man dropped, jaw shattered. Drift roared and charged in, axe swinging. “For the gold! Take them down!” Steel clashed. Caya’s knives flashed in the lantern light as she danced between two foes, slicing tendons. Rook fired a bolt from his crossbow, dropping another.

No gleaming gold bars. The secret vault is a treasure trove of madness. Neat rows of pills and small bags of fine powder. Paraphernalia for consumption. And beneath them, files. Contracts and agreements between Tristan, the Laurent Group, and a major drug cartel—a syndicate that was, until recently, the FBI’s most wanted. A violent chill races down my spine. Every muscle in my body locks rigid. My throat is desert-dry yet burning at the same time. I am frozen, staring, unblinking, at the lineup of hidden insanity that has lived under my roof, beside my bed.

That way, they would not have to worry about that while Brynn was recuperating, and the family was getting used to the new addition. The little trip to see Hecate had lit a fire underneath her ass, so she always spent a good portion of her day going over everything and trying to figure out what all we could use during the coven fight. The book was a how-to guide about dealing with Gods, Goddesses, and Demigods. There was no telling what bullshit Loki could have in store and who all would be affected. He was the God of Mischief after all. A flare of pain through the bond snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I am breaking rules by telling you, if anything ever happens you have to act like you don't know anything, okay?" I glup, simply looking at him. "Okay?" he repeats, slightly louder. I nod. "Okay, I promise. Now tell me." He takes a deep breath, breaking the eye contact and shoulders slumped, almost like he's ashamed. He clenches his arms and hands, fingers still crossed, knockles white, and he speaks with a low, dark voice:"I am a smuggler."

I mocked. "I dop, Almer Smiel." "A strange name for a samurai, but not for a foreign bastard, I'd say." "How dare you?" "It's easy, Union spy." "How do you know?" "Your accent, man, it's easy to decipher." "True, but it ends know!" "So, true, spy." "Ravens cry in the night, When someone is gonna die. The devil prepares the graves. The wolves, Heralds of the Wolf God are coming.