God's Smuggler Book Novels & Stories

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

A very rich smuggler. A very dangerous smuggler. And apparently one who hated Jaxon. Wonderful. Absolutely fucking wonderful.

The whispers behind him made him want to crawl into a hole and die. As for me, I chose this exact moment to surprise Theron. During our starlight dinner, I pulled out a glowing golden oracle scroll and placed it gently in front of him. Theron paused. He carefully opened the scroll. When he read it, he froze completely. "This... is this..." His voice trembled. The usually cold and steady God King actually had tears in his eyes. "Twin Star-Gods?" I nodded, gently touching my belly. "The Moon Goddess sent me a dream. I'm carrying twins—a boy and a girl. With supreme godhood."

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

I couldn't stop it… “The book of prophecies has been stolen.” One of the ancients finally said. I stared at him in confusion. There was no way I heard right, did he just say… “You heard him. The book given to us by the Goddess has been stolen. Our people's heritage!!” Adolphus roared madly. I paid no attention to his anger but Fell back tiredly to my seat. “How?” I asked confused. The book was the most guarded artifact in our possession and it had special spells and enchantments on it to protect it from thieves.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

Before she could finish speaking, the police officer interrupted her, “Miss Joy, we will now arrest you on the grounds of theft, insurance fraud, and murder.” Joy and the unconscious Jeremy were then handcuffed and brought out. Before the police cars left, I smiled at the disfigured Joy. “Were you actually so stupid that you thought I had no other proof aside from the pen drive?” Then, right before her crazed eyes, I waved her goodbye. As I watched the police cars leave, I exhaled before turning to Philip and sharing a smile with him. In order to get proof of Joy and Jeremy’s crimes, Philip and I had set up a trap.

Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day. looking at the old book he felt that it wasn't any simple book, so he took the book away and walking to forest (house) thinking it might come as a good fortune in an old book. watching the young boy taking the book away, the old man smile and walk to the town muttering to himself,"i wish u best of luck boy".

The boss is always watching, and the last thing I want to do is blow off my cover. "Hmm, I'm feeling a bit thirsty; can you please get me a bottle of water?" The man gave a bow and walked off. I carefully climbed into the truck. I took a look to make sure nobody was watching before opening one of the strange packages. "A jammer?" I grasped in shock, "So-so they also produce jammers! Oh good God!" I sang out, clearly ferious. I reckon this is the device used to block us from connecting to the base.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.