Gods Of Destruction Novels & Stories

A sudden chill ran through me at the thought. The mother of wolves? The goddess of the moon. She was the one we always prayed to. The one I had prayed to several times while I was still at the pack. Maybe she had heard and sent Beros to save me. I was eager to know more about her. I turned back to continue my reading. "And lastly, Nyxar, the god of chaos and destruction, the push and pull of the world" This last name didn't leave me with a good feeling. Was this deity responsible for all the chaos?

The air crackled around him, the world trembling under his fury. When he reached the gates of the divine, the light blinded him. But he didn’t stop. He slammed his fist into the gate, shattering it like glass. Behind it, the gods appeared—figures of pure radiance and arrogance. Kael looked up at them, his voice calm, deadly quiet. “Give her back,” he said. The eldest god sneered. You dare command us, mortal? Kael smiled faintly. “I was never mortal.” He spread his arms wide. His curse burned like wildfire, his veins glowing red. “You made me to destroy. You built me to end worlds. So that’s what I’ll do—starting with yours.”

It was then decided that more pantheons should be created so that some gods would gather their faithful worshippers, make lands for them and be the gods of their chosen people. Though this was a very good decision it caused jealousy among the gods because gods like humans are ruled by their emotions. Many gods with few worshippers rioted against those who had more worshipers and this caused a long war among the gods who went about destroying one another, destroying man and everything they created. It was a woeful sight.

The newly born world is desecrated and beyond repair. "The war ragged on for more than a millennia, both gods were heavily injured. The war only ended when the dying god was finally on its last breath. The blossoming god smote the dying god with all its remaining power. The dying god then fell beneath the earth as it finally died with only the destruction of the world in mind. The blossoming god watched over its domain after the war was over, it wept bitterly as it saw almost all of its creation destroyed. The god wept and wept until it turned into an ocean, it cried once more until it finally succumbed to its injuries. And finally, upon its death, the world that was changed turned into what

“So, you’re saying she’s the one who built this whole thing and brought those things here? Why would she do that?” “To contain Non, the god of death and destruction. To resurrect the gods, there are two gods she needs to keep at bay. Egerth, the god of nature and Non, the god of death and destruction. Non is a wildly unpredictable god, and he has the power to kill the original gods in their weakest points. You don’t have to fight him now that I’m here. Ironically, this is the safest place for you three. Because you are strong and have potential for ascension, you are targets for the angry, awakened original gods. I have to keep you here to keep you safe. I don’t know what she plans to do wit

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

"You're a good person Sarah. I don't want you to be used. Don is only using you!" "You know who Don is?" "I know him very well, he is my Alpha! Please listen to me!" "Your Alpha? Why should I listen to you?" "Because he is planning something that is not good for you. He is planning on bringing back his mate Athena.." "What are you talking about? Who is Athena?" "She is Alpha Adam's mate. She died and Adam blamed his pack. Please listen to me, stay away from this place. Get out of the city now." "Who's Adam? Why is everyone acting strange?"