God Valley Novels & Stories

The carvings glowed faintly. "Damned devils," Keron muttered weakly. "They have done what we have feared." As a punctuation to his sentence, a powerful explosion was heard ahead. Keron glanced up to see the monolith where the other Patrol Team was hiding in suddenly fell to the side. He swallowed dryly as he glanced at Razion.

"Alright, we're cresting the final ridge. Visual in three, two, one..." As the two mechs reached the top of the dune, they looked down into the valley below. Jack let out a low whistle. "Well... that's new." It wasn't a valley of sand. It was a valley of glass. A massive crater, over three miles wide in diameter, had formed in the middle of the Sahara. The intense thermal bloom Kenji had detected hadn't just warmed the area; it had literally melted millions of tons of desert sand into a smooth, reflective sheet of dark obsidian glass.

He could not imagine the disastrous consequences Darryl would be facing if he had gone through the enchanted barrier. ‘The place where the demons are being held captive?’ Ghost Valley Sage knew something was very wrong after listening to Immortal Venerable Balman. "What exactly is that place? Please, tell me more about it." Ghost Valley Sage had just arrived in the Godly Region not long ago, and he still did not know much about the region.

From the little glimpse, she could tell this was going to be an amazing sight. Kgosi led them along a winding path towards the base of the hills, pointing out various plants and animals along the way. Annabel was captivated by the beauty of the Kalahari Desert, its stark landscape dotted with acacia trees and baobab giants. As they reached the foot of the hills, Kgosi stopped and gestured towards a cave entrance hidden within the granite rock. "This is the Gallery," he announced. "It is one of the most sacred places in Tsodilo Hills, filled with the stories of our ancestors and forgotten gods."

A long, deep groan rumbled in Jericho's chest as he stood to his feet, "that better not be my idiot brothers again. Honest to God, I'm thinking of moving to a remote island just so they don't find me." He was already making his way to open the door when I yelled back, "Trust me, they'll still find you." "You're probably right," Jericho chortled a real laugh this time that warmed my insides. His laugh made it on my list of reasons to not give up. Right now, it was only his laugh on that list so I was basically hanging on by a thread. "Jericho, son," a gravelly voice greeted at the door, a voice I recognized all took well.

Half sick with anxiety, his eyes blurring for a complete minute, his head buzzing with pain and heart beating faster, he pressed his hand to his heart and tried to slow his breathing. Below lay a bowl-shaped valley twenty or thirty miles in diameter, so alkaline that it was white, barren but for a few gray tumbleweeds and a stubble of woodland scrub. It might have been formed by an asteroid impact eons ago, its outlines thawed bypassing millennia but otherwise still as primeval as any place on earth. The uneven smoothness of a large path on which mirages of water glistened intersected the valley. Along with the tiny windows in the narrow cottage, the heat phantoms gleamed and crawled.

From Adrian’s perspective, eliminating these weaker enemies was also a way to protect himself. Adrian urged, “Let’s go.” The two moved quickly, and within moments, they reached a mountainous area. Stretching out before them was a vast range of mountains that winded like giant serpents across the landscape. Adrian’s eyes lit up with surprise. "Is this the Death Valley you mentioned?” he asked. Renee nodded. “Yes. Although it appears as just a mountain range, the real danger lies within its heart. This place is full of ancient formations and fearsome creatures from times long past. One wrong step, and we might find ourselves trapped. Luck will be essential,” she explained.

she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.

Where are you and how did you leave? I’m not sure, but we are on the way back. Umm…how do cars and stuff come into the valley? We were going to try to find that entrance. Gabriel sent an image of an overhead view of the valley. In the image Emily could see the caves and how there was another entrance on the opposite side of the valley from Lord Rotterford’s property. Got it. Rica said. Are you safe? Gabriel asked. Yes. I think I can outrun you now. Emily said, smiling.

'Sounds like a plan. The two lovers made their way throughout the desert terrain often climbing dry creek beds, narrow and steep rock pathways, and stopping here and there to enjoy the beautiful scenery. They came upon what was known as the Subway Cave which was a lava tube that had been formed during volcanic events over twenty thousand years ago. It was majestic and large; one false move and you could fall into the chasm below. "If only I had gone to photography school!" Lucy stated as she surveyed the site and shaded her eyes with her hands.