Gods Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

This law was made and sealed and the result of disobedience was that any child resulting from such union would bring an end to the god race entirely. For years the gods kept the pact and each kept to their own pantheons and people. Generations of men came and went, new gods were born and the pact was taught from one generation of gods to the next. Soon the pact was not mentioned again but there was a silent agreement among the gods to keep to themselves. Until Helena…

Much to Jane's chagrin, Natasha sat on Red's other side. Tarloh stood up, a grim look on his face. His gaze swept over the crowd. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, here's the scoop. We've got trouble with a capital 'S.' We've got some mystical power that feeds on madness, and it redefines evil as we know it. Does anyone remember the stories of the Elder Gods?" Some people at the table looked confused. Some looked incredulous. Others looked downright terrified. Tarloh stopped, took a breath and then, "What we seem to have here is a Shoggoth. For those who remember, the Shoggoths were servants to the Elder Gods, at least in the beginning.

His very own examination of her wondering through his mind in a rapid session of words that she has already spoken and the ones she would speak within time. Oblika shifts her hands back upon her side. Her appendages delve within her robe from feeling the breeze that kicks up with the draft. Her soothing voice mixed with the carnage of suffering laps with the cold and dense air. "So, how are my tributes? Fine I suspect?" Malakai lets a settled chuckle escape his lips from the question almost scoffing a little. His robust voice surfaces with the flow of the wind. "Ten of the most promising druids of the moon." A smile laps around Oblika's lips from the words that the king spoke. The thin and u

The further realm, if there was, should be the Immortal Realm. Unfortunately, no one had ever confirmed the existence of this realm. Now in the Land of Infinity, the Human Clan had five Great War Gods, and the Demon Clan had nine Great Demon Gods. These fourteen supreme beings were gods who overlooked all living beings from above. They held absolute power. At their whim, they could destroy the mountains and rivers of vast domains. In this state, their words and deeds were decrees that were detached from things and respected by tons of people. It was difficult for ordinary things to attract their attention, and even major events such as the Sacred Hall ruins were taken lightly by them.

*Return to the Present – Umbraeth’s Thoughts* "They scatter their powers again. They prepare… again. But they are weaker now. Fewer gods. Fewer guardians. One firebird… alone." "Let them come." "I remember her name. I remember what she was. I remember the taste." A low rumble travels through the mountain as the ancient evil presses harder against its prison. "I will eat the flame. And this time I will win." *Meanwhile in the Gods/Goddesses Realm* The temple of the gods was unusually still. A low hum lingered in the air, like the breath of the cosmos holding itself in anticipation. The mosaic floor—once alive with shifting constellations and flowing rivers of light—was dim, its glow reduced t

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.

The river had swollen into the fields, and treetops broke the surface of the water which swirled restlessly around hidden obstacles, so it wasn’t lying, but Lyric doubted that the sign maker had a flood in mind. “You said that before. I don’t understand,” she indicated to turn off. That road would lead to one of the river crossings, and she suspected that it would be impassable due to flooding. Plus, they sought the dam. It still made sense that whatever was in the water would have originated from there. “What old war?” He slid her a frown. “The Eternal Wars of the Gods,” he prompted. “Sounds cheerful,” she said dryly. “You know nothing,” he realized with mild surprise. “Humans have forgotte

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.