Gods 9 Novels & Stories

They call them guardians. He was tall, brown hair and eyes and well built. "There are 12 month-tribes blessed by the moon, who can tell me a few months and their affinities?" This was common knowledge, anyone could intuitively guess this. Everyone except for Larry, that sluggish moron seated at the back corner, he couldn't recite the alphabets correctly if his life depended on it. Maybe, she hyperbolized that a little bit but truly he was just a stupid big dumb oak.

“Do you know who he is working for?” “Yes, he works for me. He is one of the library attendants. What is the meaning of this questioning?” ‘Ask the goddess if we can believe him baby.’ ‘Goddess, please we need help.’ ‘Yes, my child. I don’t have very long today.’ ‘That’s okay. I need to know if Alpha Tyler can be trusted against Hades.’ ‘Yes, he has been a great ally to the gods. He will be loyal to the end. He is also goddess gifted child.’

Looks like Nathania managed to provoke the anger of the devil who has been known as a very frightening murder weapon. Aiden stared at the girl in front of him with anger, Nathania's scent was getting more and more piercing on his nose. Aiden knew exactly that this scent was not an ordinary human scent. Yes, in his whole life, the only time he smelled this scent was when he and his family visited Lithonia. This scent was the scent of the descendants of the gods.

Old Man Feng said. "A God? A God has once come out from our clan?" Jon was dumbfounded. "How powerful is a God? Old man, have you ever seen one before?" Jon asked with burning eyes. "Calm down lad, I have not seen one before. I don't know how powerful they are or how great they are but they are too strong. You have to know that there are nine levels for mages in this realm right?" Old man Feng asked. "Yes. I've read it from one of the books Aunty Elena gave me before she left." Jon nodded.

I said nothing hoping that I would finally get the answers to my questions. “ They, being the gods above—like, Alstha, god of war and knowledge; Eccasto, god of intelligence; and the others. But your kind know only two among all of them: Fate and Luna, known as Mother Luna,” he said, taking a step towards me. I remained rigid, letting him play with a strand of hair.

Amber started as she tilted her head left to right in an unsure way. " There's a God of Love?!" Manor choked out through a cough. " I heard of Zagerust God of curiosity, Givendale God of peace, Asil Luna Goddess of Healing, Lexi Bathory God of Virtue, Exinious God of War and Helder God of Knowledge but not Rhane..." I listed all the gods on one hand but failed to recall this Rhane. " You're forgetting about Misaki." Manor barked. " What is she, god of again?" Terrius wondered out loud.

I nodded and moved away as Ryder and Ares faced off. **Ryder** The fucker wiped at the corner of his mouth. I was ready to end him. He knew I could. I could smell his fear. I had forgotten one thing though. Ares is the God of war, and he commands an army. He raised his palms at his sides. The ground shook as an army that was blessed by the gods started to fall from the sky. “Let’s see how you hold up against the soldiers of Olympus, kid.” Ares spoke.

“I did hear about it before!” The previous old man from the crowd once again uttered, “It’s said to be a true god. In fact, from the name of it, you can know how strong, powerful, and terrifying the combat prowess of the true god is. A level lower is semi-god, and the ultimate level is true god, naturally true god level is way more powerful than semi-god level!” “Haha! You’re so right, Mr !” The old man from America who was in charge of hosting the auction said, “We all know that after the war between America and Cathysia, Nine Great Gods of War are born and there is another existence above these Nine Great Gods of War, that’s the Supreme Warrior!”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”