Gods Of Guilt Novels & Stories

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.

Another stated clearly that if he had any plans to maintain their interest, it was in his best interest that he would speed up as they were not ready for the games. They told him that times were rough enough as it was already, and Helsinger made up his mind. He was going to start now. Having confirmed that, they knew well enough that the twin gods did take up bodies to eradicate evil and purge strong evil souls to the Netherlands. “Grimshaw found one of the twin gods already, and he has her captive,” Helsinger said “He has a god captive?” the older ones asked. “No. He has their vessel captive, and he will use her against everything we stand for, especially the

“It was a look of relief and then calculation. I knew then that there were many other stories, and he was relieved that you only knew of the one.” “F-ker,” Tony bared his teeth at the fire. “Do you think his god listened to him?” He added. Joseph Cline had spent the last half an hour of his life confessing his very extensive list of crimes to the One God, and then sighed into death almost peacefully. Talen swallowed hard. “No. There is no One God. There is only men, and their greed.”

The judge asked, rustling some papers. “Yes your honour.” The man in a wig which I assumed was the prosecution stood up, walking towards the jury. I looked at them scanning every face. What were they thinking? “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. We ask you today as the prosecution to find both defendants guilty of attempted murder and espionage. Both defendants knew the victim had recently defected from the KGB and had seeked refuge in Britain. However, upon meeting old friends,” he used finger quotation marks for friends. “Who we believe were ordered by the Russian government to kill him, he was in hospital on a breathing machine. Thank you.” The man sat down. Butterflies took over my stomac

I walk down the front steps of the beach house, making my way across the sand and over to Jartre who continues to stare out at the horizon. I sense his anguish and guilt and if our bond were complete I’d probably be crushed by their weight. That’s the thing most people don’t realize about Jartre. Jartre feels everything far more intensely than others. His own emotions are a destructive force to himself and those around him. His love for Apaki nearly destroyed the world and then his love for me nearly did the same thing, only on a much larger scale. His guilt, disgust and shame birthed a new God and that has come with its own set of problems. I can’t blame Jartre for wanting to run and hide f

Perhaps, the soul of that girl had returned, and he was not so happy to see her. Just then, the black journal opened on it's own. He could see the girl's thread move, but he didn't expect what it did next. To his shock, his white fate thread came close to hers, and they intertwined themselves. “This can't be.” He said in panic, reaching out to grab the journal but it disappeared. He wondered what it meant. It was nothing out of the ordinary for human fate to intertwined. But he was a god who had lived for thousands of years on earth, and he had no business with a mortals. Why would his fate ever be intertwined with a human’s?

Ronan growled. The Archivist’s gaze was unwavering. “The other gods.” A stunned silence fell over the group. The other gods. The ones who had fought against Serelai in the first war. The ones who represented the necessary, destructive forces of the world: storm, famine, drought, winter. “They are not evil,” the Archivist said, as if reading their thoughts. “They are a part of the whole. But they have been imprisoned, starved, for millennia. And now… they are waking up. And they are hungry.”

I say. But my hands are still shaking. And I cannot tell if it is from power. Or from what I have become. As a new presence begins to rise beyond the broken rule, I realize the shaking in my hands is not fading and I don’t know if it is fear, guilt, or the first sign that killing a god has changed me forever.

The boy scrambled to his feet and fled. Sylvaen watched him go. Then she looked down at her hands. They were still her hands—young, unlined—but she could feel the thing inside her now. The Regret. The ancient hunger she'd invited in. You did well, it whispered. But he'll forget this. They always forget. The innocent never remember the monsters that almost ate them. Only the guilty carry us forever. "Then I'll find the guilty," Sylvaen said. "I'll find them, and I'll feed you, and together we'll build something that lasts."

"You said you were going to dump me and Piper into the river, so I'll give you that chance right now. Do you even have the guts to do that?" Gunthar was livid when he heard that. With a furious backhand, he knocked Jude unconscious on the spot. "The audacity!" he snapped. "What makes you think you can do whatever you want in Hyporion? Someone, cuff him up!" Guards rushed in and dragged Jude away like a slaughtered hog. Watching his limp body being hauled off brought me no joy, only a deep, sickening disgust. Gunthar then turned to the stunned Velda and laughed coldly. "Have you forgotten, Ms. Mercer? Sentinel Group would still be nothing but a hollow shell drowning in debt without Callan's h