Gods Of Guilt Novels & Stories

But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm. I'd never owed anyone anything. My entire life's guilt had been manufactured from the start—a crime that never existed. How pathetic, Eli. How utterly pathetic. I watched my father stumble through the door, trembling from head to toe, barely believing his own eyes. He reached out, then pulled back—like he was afraid the figure before him might vanish at the touch. "Matthew... Matthew? Am I dreaming?" "Father!" Matthew threw himself into the old man's arms. They clung to each other, sobbing—a scene so touching it could move anyone to tears.

Her mind raced, desperately searching for a structural flaw in Julian's trap, a bypass, a loophole. "Two," he called out, his tone utterly indifferent, as if he already knew the exact load-bearing capacity of her morality. Clara gripped the strap of her bag, a tear of pure, furious frustration slipping down her cheek. She looked back into the darkness of the archive one last time, realizing with sickening certainty that the man in the shadows didn't just want her silence. He wanted her soul. She stepped through the door.

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

Beep, beep! Damon heaves a sigh of relief as the screen slowly loads up. Meaning, the other primordial god is on the line. Yeojoon immediately glides his chair closer beside Damon, who was on a stool, and waited to see who the god was so he can get actual answers. If his hunch is right, this is the god's doings since it is in his power to control dreams and manipulate reality after all.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d

We mustn't show weakness, only when we are left alone and even then, it's disputable. "All at the warehouse. They already started training." The man said, letting out a breath from talking too quickly. "Good.Tell Alec & Brandon at my office in five" He demanded and I could feel the tension filling the room. With what I have heard, I tried to connect the dots. The Santos are those fuckers who destroyed my perfect leg and scarred it Those are preparing for a war against Zayn, the Italian Mafia but with what motive? That is still meant to find out. Their allies with the Irish and Russians are to be utilized properly and the rest, I do not want to piss him off by sneaking in his office to find o

-"I am absolutely nothing. I remind you that I speak on behalf of our goddess" I rolled my eyes on that. Modesty wasn't one of my qualities. He gave me a disapproving look and continued: "Bartholomew it is time for you to give up. You achieved many things and you did a lot of mistakes. Stop doing any more. It is time to repent, change and accept the will of our goddess. Start by surrendering to the authorities. Acknowledge your crimes and ask our goddess for forgiveness". -"Have you lost completely your mind old man?" I told him incredulously.

“The gods are scared of what they can’t control. That’s why you were bound in the first place.” “I wish they would just leave me the hell alone. I had no intention of ever interacting with them until one day that piece of shit Thomas showed up and tried to kill me. I had never drained anyone or anything before that day. I almost killed him. I didn’t even know I could do that. I also took his water moving power. I still can’t believe it.” “See, only Gods can do things like that, and not all gods. I mean, only gods like Zeus.”

A god of blood and vengeance, cloaked in shadows and fire. A god who smiled at me like a lover even as he devoured souls... Was I even safe with him? If he truly was a god like he said, I wasn’t safe with him by any means. The ancient gods had never been merciful. They were liars, manipulators. Selfish monsters who played with mortals like toys. If I were smart, I would run. Now, before he woke back up. Before I was pulled any deeper into this nightmare… But go where?