Gods Of Guilt Novels & Stories

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

“What has happened here?” “Greed,” she replied looking over her shoulder. “The greed of mortal men. There is no One God!” She yelled out suddenly and the humans around her flinched and muttered, many of their faces becoming angry whilst others looked away in shame and pain. “There is no One God! Just men. Greedy men, using the excuse of a made up god to commit atrocities, to steal, to rape, to take. Just men. No god would sanction this! This is the work of man!” “Witch!” Someone spat the words with venom.

A great loss for the witches, since she was one of the strongest. Those who had felt guilty yet feared the wrath of Hecate were ashamed and I hate she put them through that shit. One thing I know is that the gods are fucking selfish. All they ever fucking care about is themselves. That is something that I’ve realised and it’s obvious. Even Song was on that battlefield, although she was hanging back and was knocked out pretty fast. It comes down to suffering your god’s wrath or doing their bidding. Like Dante… I wonder- A large shadow falls over me, and I smirk.

she asked. "No, he would have lived or died with guilt," she replied. "I do not expect anyone to understand me because none of you knows the guilt that weighs me down," Sarah explained. "The guilt that I have carried for ten years. Yes, he may never forgive me, but I just want to say sorry to him," she added, wiping her tears. Chelsea looked away, out of words that would pump some sense in her friend. The morning came, and Ezra woke up early. He had not seen his mother as he knocked off late the previous day, so he decided to speak to her.

Things that didn’t exist yesterday. The sound they make—gods—it’s wrong. Like bones grinding in a furnace, like something old clawing its way back into the skin of the world. They call themselves the Godspawn. But I know what they really are. Elara’s lies made flesh. The first one lands in front of me. It doesn’t sound like a man when it hits the ground. It sounds like the earth breaking its own spine. Dust shatters into the air. Rocks crack. The smell of sulfur slams into me like a fist. And gods—

A skeletal tree, fossilized for generations, suddenly bloomed. Its black flowers opened. And screamed. In the Pale Court, mirrors burst into ash. Prophets clawed at their throats, gagging on their own tongues as visions overtook them. In the Hollow Vale, the soil began to pulse. With heat. With sorrow. With something worse than vengeance, Expectation. A shape rose. Not bone. Not man. A god made of hunger, grief, and the dust of old queens’ promises. The God Below did not rise for crowns.

The cracks seal as if they had never been. I push myself upright, dizzy. A thin line of blood trails from my nose to my lip. My knees ache from kneeling; my palms burn from pressing into the weave. But the echo does not fade. Some are cut to bleed. --- The Divine Court of Solara Far above, the high chamber where the gods gather trembles with a pulse that halts every voice mid-sentence. The God of War’s sword-hand freezes. The Goddess of Oaths looks to the sealed doors with something dangerously close to fear.

Zelena. I took a deep breath and reached over to take one of Smith’s hands, wrapping it in both of mine. “Smith, he answered the phone when it rang. He didn’t reach out to anyone, and he didn’t plan on betraying anyone. In a moment of weakness, he let slip that the Triple Goddess had risen. That was all. Just one phone call. There was no sinister plot and no big plan. It was just a simple mistake”. “And look at everything that came from that simple mistake. We went to war and lost more pack members. We hadn’t even healed from the last battle we were in. Gunner got infected with that dark shit and Cole went and got himself killed”

“They are waiting Carmen. Waiting to see if I would succeed. If I di, they wood punish you all, the failures!” “If I succeed, I would not be punished. You there would lose your lives, be labelled as the cursed and vilified for all ages.” “Trust me on this,after all, it happened once with Cayden.” “That was a totally…there was nothing different about the two events. Time and time again, the gods would show their imperfections and their heartlessness.” “It is said that we are products of the great goddesses and gods. Then, if I have evil in my heart,does that not mean that the gods are evil themselves?”

They had too much at stake with the band to let this situation make a difference to their working life. By the time Gabriel got to the warehouse, the only car there belonged to a crew member. He made a quiet entrance to the rehearsal room. Gabriel was surprised to see Nick was walking up and down, back and forth. He looked so nervous, and that wasn't like him at all. Gabriel stood leaning against the door, watching him. He tried to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach, but he couldn't ignore the twitching of his cock tried to ignore the jumping of his cock.