Gods Of Guilt Novels & Stories

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

Since they were unarmed, they were left with just one option, "Run!" The guard rang the alarm, and voilà, the whole of Egypt were running against them with spears in their hands. The Time Gods had actually stolen the Pharaoh's must cherished possessions, and could not go scot-free. Now it was easy to quickly run back through time, but they couldn't. This was because, if they did, they would change history — and as in most cases — cause a new form of worship of gods coming in the form of men to steal gold. So they had to run zigzag to avoid getting pierced by the overhead spears. They dudged and ducked, running their limbs out, till they were able to get into the woods. There, out of sight fr

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher. For every number they spat, my wrath sharpened like a blade waiting to be drawn.

Kingdoms burned. Cities collapsed. Children screamed. And I felt nothing. Not guilt, nor regret. Nothing. Then the Great War began. Every species united against us but they failed because no one could kill me. Not even when they tore my body apart. I always returned. Again. And again. And again. Eventually, God intervened. The heavens opened once more and this time, he did something unexpected. He returned my emotions. The first feeling that struck me wasn't relief. It wasn't happiness. It was guilt.

"Celia, have you been acting for so long that you've fooled even yourself? "I never went to him. What are you afraid of? A clear conscience has nothing to fear. "An eye for an eye. It's your turn now." Celia suddenly laughed hysterically, her eyes red and twisted with hatred. "An eye for an eye. What a perfect phrase. "Do you think I was ever grateful to the Eckharts? From the day you adopted me, I knew your family killed my father. "Eckhart Holdings forced my father to falsify accounts for tax evasion, and when it went wrong, you made him take the blame. You drove him to hang himself at home.

“First, I had a fiance, we were getting married happily, you ruined it and forcefully married me- Am I supposed to love you after this? No. Am I supposed to share any emotion other than hate with you? No. Second, Is it my fault that I was born as a human? No. Is it our fault that we are mates? No. Is it my fault that I am from a race which tortured you? No. Did I ever cause any harm to you? No! Then why are you punishing me for the sins I never committed!?”

Once the rage of the God of War was set ablaze, it was not something small potatoes like them can handle! The situation of Glory Real Estate at this moment was the best proof. They had to repent their mistakes in front of the raging God of War!

The god who made the invite to everyone, speaks. Destiny shrugs at the god’s -or as she calls him, her honey bunch’s- response. “At least he accepts his creatures and blah blah blah blah…” They all turn to the female who appears out of nowhere, seated on one of the free chairs in the room. Her hair packed into an elegant bun with her dark skin glittering as she lays on the chair, her legs dangling out of it. All the gods become alert, ready to attack if she tries anything. Selina, just sits still and watches the show. They have no idea who she is and how she got here which is odd. They are gods, they know everything in the universe.

They gave the city a really nice glow. "There were three gods" He started, "Hapoda, god of witches, she was the only female. Valarus, god of vampires, and Eridal, the god of werewolves. To create neutrality of power among the three god, there was Alocaus, god of the three gods. You understand what I'm saying right?" He turned to look at me. I nodded a yes even though I didn't understand a thing. Even if you explain this a hundred times, I don't think I'll understand so let's just move on to the important part. "Do you remember anything now?" He looked at me with suspicious eyes.