Gods And Omens Novels & Stories

She stepped into it as the shield sent magic into her, checking her signature to confirm that she truly had the right of entry onto Orun Isu. Legends said that the great witch Osoro had gotten the five elder gods, Orunmila the god of divination, Ogun the god of Iron, Sango the god of thunder, Esu the god of mischief, and Obatala the god of earth and smaller gods to build Orun Isu as her personal abode and world, and the five jointly created the shield such that no one of them could singlehandedly break-in, making it a safe haven for witches. But over the years the power had reduced, although it was still very strong. The check only lasted for a second or two, and the shield opened a path for

This is a peaceful day of a long-awaited vacation for the Zhu couple, on the other hand; this is the day that Zhu Wushang does his best to make his loved one happy before he needs to venture into the unknown. He doesn’t know what might happen in Alexandria, because of the information he got from the Olympian Gods. The Outer Gods are the gods that have immeasurable power and should have abilities similar to him. Whether it is to induce insanity in one’s mind or bestow great power and wisdom to the one who worshiped them.

Silenus, his friend and familiar, calls it the 'Dionysus Effect', since he seemed to emit more of the scent when focusing too hard or churning with a lot of emotions. The god of wine musters his force to finish the last few lifts in his exercise session when the swing of the oak door catches his attention. From the echoes that resonate outside the four walls of the room, he can hear the centaurs practicing their archery with the maenads - the female worshippers of the wine god. The idea of the two beings having a shooting contest together is what comes to his mind. His thoughts were interrupted as a familiar voice rang from behind, making him turn just in time to see his trusted friend, the

- Amitabh Bachan ****************************** "A Bad Omen is a Warning...A sign to stop and reconsider. Proceed with Caution. -Kelly Armstrong

Oyinda looked up more angry, " you are taken side now, you are taken side with the god and not your kind, and i loved you with everything in me, but today you have to decide who's side are you, are you going to stay with us your fellow humans or take side with the evil gods and goddesses? Think about it not only because of our love but also for the sake of mankind, Agbara read my mouth, the beginning of the end is here, time to send these beasts away from our lands and i give you my undiluted words, in a month time, all gods would be chased away from our world or they rip out all our heads as well. either with or without you, these words are spoken and there is nothing that even the Eledumar

I crouch down, narrowing my eyes on the strange symbols covering the page, drawn by hand over the text. The text is still legible, somewhat. “It’s said a night will come when the moon does not rise, and the heavens stand still in watch, as the old gods make their final stand against the Goddess of the Moon. Her banished companion, her eternal guard, will ride again, and face its other half on a field of blood. The victor will either usher the moon once more, and the Goddess will reign for her rightful eternity, or the veil will lift, and the old gods will come back to power, those followers of her holyness disappearing into mist and ash.”

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Eician risked a peek up at him only to get caught by bright gold eyes observing him. “I feel like it would be rude to swear by an omega god’s name,” Trace quipped, and Eician nodded at him, feeling oddly shy and flustered after Dyllen’s gaze. “I- it is,” he confirmed. “Orun i- isn’t just the alpha god. He’s the g- god of war, honour, strength, and the like. Amrin the omega is the deity of family, health, and home. T- that’s why it’s rude to use Amrin’s name to swear.”

says mother in desperation. I stand there in shock as I’m hit with wave after wave of shocking information. It’s like truth vomit just pouring out of my mother without an end in sight. The story I thought I knew about my animai being the first sanguidae ended up being so much worse. I’m somehow paying for some love triangle among three Gods that resulted in Gods being killed and cursed. The very Orraikam I protect, the remnants of Fretez’s magic, only exists because a Goddess thought screwing over two other Gods would be amusing. I’ve always defended the Gods, but fucking hell, no wonder most people hate them. We’re all suffering because of their petty fucking drama. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

The fanfare resounded all over Eyrotia. The people were merry as they advanced towards the King’s Seat where the royals, the nobles, the gods and soldiers waited. Before them was the seer since he was the link connecting the people to the gods. In his hand he held his staff and on his tunic were the emblems of the goddesses of the earth and fertility for whom the festival was celebrated. As Eyrotians gathered to celebrate, allies of the kingdom, merchants and invited guests also gathered to partake in the blessings. The people took their places on the seats carved out of stone, the drummers, harpists, the cymbalists and the men blowing the horn made their music as they moved to the circular