God's Smuggler Book Novels & Stories

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

I asked and he smirked. "I've been doing some studying lately. I found the book in the special collection section of the library" he said and I narrowed my eyes. "So what? You stole a book from a library?" I asked and he shrugged. "Maybe?" "Enzo, why would you do that?" "I found something about gods, godesses and demigods..." "Yeah, it's probably fiction" "No, it's not. Most of the things I found are true. The book was written by a Shaman who'd once entered the underworld"

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

The Grand Priest elaborated, “I’m not saying this to make you feel small. I assume that you're fully aware of Tyr’s real motive now that he is on his way to your headquarters. If you fight Tyr alone, you are definitely not his match.” “Is that so?” Frode sounded slightly scornful. “So, what are you hoping to accomplish by coming here today?” “Now that I’ve told you this much, I won’t beat around the bush any longer,” the Grand Priest explained with a faint smile. “Since GPE announced the five books on the dark web, it’s no secret that collecting the five books of Celestial Empire wonders can make you a God, right? Some time ago, the Jackals robbed a businessman and killed his entire family.

He looked like a man ready to work. “Take anything relevant,” he ordered the guards softly. “Take ten books each. Find anything on the goddess lines, on remarkable gifts, and on old healer rites. Start now.” We dispersed quickly, hands skimming spines and pulling out volumes. My fingers found a thin book with cracked leather. Its title was faded, written in English from an old time. I opened it and scanned. Pages moved. It was slower work than I thought; some books were full of ritual and nothing more.

Whiskey. I searched the village before it got too dark. It was only a small one. I'd say home to maybe less than sixty. Well, it was home to them, not anymore. I did manage to find the pack library after a bit of ransacking. It was quite small, but the books and scrolls were very old, the oldest one dating back six hundred years. It was a journal kept by an Alpha at the time. He had decent handwriting, though my old Russian was a little rusty, so a lot of the text was a mystery to me. The yellowing pages were filled with pictures, diagrams, and detailed notes. One word stood out among the rest. Boginya. Goddess. I read through the journal a bit more, until I was fully satisfied. This pack ha

I clutch the book closer, not sure why it feels so important. He steps nearer, and my breath catches as he reaches past me to brush dust from the spine. His scent surrounds me – crisp winter wind and something uniquely him. "The old stories say some packs were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself," he murmurs. "That she gave them gifts to protect and heal others." "Do you believe that?" I ask, looking up at him. His face is so close, I can see flecks of silver in his steel-gray eyes. Something shifts in his expression. "I believe the Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways." His fingers brush mine where they rest on the book, and electricity shoots up my arm. "And that sometimes her greatest gi

Then, a rasping voice, laced with a hint of madness, emerged from the darkness beneath the hood. "I… I was a scholar," it croaked, "driven by a thirst for knowledge forbidden. Now, I am… trapped, consumed by the whispers." A wave of empathy washed over Maya, the tracker known for her keen senses and compassionate nature. "We can help you," she offered cautiously, "but you have to let go of the book." The figure clutched the book tighter, its knuckles turning white. "The power… it promises freedom," it rasped, the whispers intertwining with its words. "Freedom from pain, from fear… from everything."

"We stopped at the Vanderwolf mansion for the Alpha's help in finding Mystic Mountain, and he showed up. He was looking for you. He said you took something that belonged to your stepmother." Lazarus growled low in his throat, a sharp sound that sent shivers down everyone's spine. "So he knows I took the Book of the Gods... Damn him. Did he say anything else?" "Not really," Theodore answered. "Only that you left with werewolves and a human."