Gods And Monsters Series Novels & Stories

Different instincts, Same hunger. Then, softer now, he said, “There’s more at stake here than politics and bloodlines, Leonidas. Something older is stirring. The Fae have gone silent. The witches are... watching. Our enemies multiply in corners neither of us can see.” “So you want a leash around the storm,” I said under my breath. “No.” He shook his head once, deliberate. “I want to point it at the right enemy.” I stood. My height towering over everyone in the room.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

"Victor was a monster, but he was a human monster. He wanted money, power, and his father’s approval. But these 'Architects of the Void'... their code is different. It’s cold. It doesn't have a signature. It doesn't have an ego." Julian sat on the edge of the desk, his presence grounding me. "That’s because they aren't a family, Elara. They’re a conglomerate. The logs show that Victor was just their 'Biological Lead.' Now that he’s in a Swiss cell, they’ve moved on to the next phase: Sequence 9."

The streets of the city shone like polished brass. The stones in the pathways shone like precious stones, even the walls and temples of every god reflected light as though they were the stars themselves. Along the streets of the city mystical creatures moved. Elves, fairies, daemons, even living gargoyles walked the streets of the city. It was like a normal human city but with creatures of fairy tales. And among these the servants of gods and goddesses went about their business like any human would. The city of the gods surpassed any city of man with higher technology and glorious beauty. While mankind built events arena where festivals and other occasions took place, the city of the gods ha

Every dormant wolf gene in the population was firing at once. The "Gods" had returned. And they had brought a world of monsters with them. Victor felt the last of his human thoughts slipping away, the wolf’s instinct for blood and territory rising like a dark tide. He looked at Elodie—now a massive silver wolf with glowing eyes—and let out a roar that shook the very foundations of the Citadel. The global panic was just beginning.

"Great lord general, he might be saying the truth. I had a mysterious dream last night before the bong of the big bell summoned me to the World of reality. In that dream, I saw three angelic creatures come down onto Nutusel in a time of distress. I came face to face with one of the creatures, it looked scary but pretend not to be afraid because I am kibba the loyal servant of Kabril. This dream has begun to make a lot of real sense now. The people of Nutusel, let us listen to Sporge, we all remember he is the great hunter of honor; the man closer to the spirits, the one who speaks directly to the spirits of the woods." Kiba was the servant of Kabril - the god of the unseen, the god of Nutuse

All he could do was nod to her words. “It’s crazy, right? I mean, sure you’re tough on your subordinates, but you’re not a monster. Those… Those things don’t exist; they’re just works of fantasy or myths,” Rebecca claimed. “Except those all come from somewhere, don’t they?” Christian pointed out, to her confusion. “All those stories about monsters? They had to come from somewhere, don’t they?” Baffled as she was that Christian would say that in that serious tone, Rebecca answered, “From rumors or misconceptions, maybe. But, Christian, this is reality we’re talking about here. In reality, there’s no such thing as-”

said Leon. "Look at this," Leon said as he typed something on his keyboard. Suddenly an image appeared on the largest monitor screen. “There are still many monsters in The Myth that haven't appeared. While in The Myth, we only face a few monsters, right? The rest of it focuses on illusions, hallucinations, delusions, whatever," said Leon. The screen displays pictures of monsters in mythology. “Dragons, chimeras, fire birds, cerberos, there are many more that have yet to appear. Do you know why?" asked Leon.

In the legend, a great war several thousand years ago had killed off the last of the beasts, along with the dragons and fae and the lesser gods and godlings, those children born of gods and shifters. The beasts and their beautiful wings were gone, their myths lost to time. Their history shrouded in speculation and disbelief. The Moon Goddess, according to the book, had two beasts. While they perished in the great war of the gods long, long ago, some of her temples still bear the likeness of them lying at her feet, without their wings of course, to this day. Two wolves with eyes made of moonstone wrapped themselves around her legs at the temple we’d visited only yesterday. I’d noticed them, f

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan