Gods Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

"You're a good person Sarah. I don't want you to be used. Don is only using you!" "You know who Don is?" "I know him very well, he is my Alpha! Please listen to me!" "Your Alpha? Why should I listen to you?" "Because he is planning something that is not good for you. He is planning on bringing back his mate Athena.." "What are you talking about? Who is Athena?" "She is Alpha Adam's mate. She died and Adam blamed his pack. Please listen to me, stay away from this place. Get out of the city now." "Who's Adam? Why is everyone acting strange?"

Kanati nods and speaks to Kamama, who translates: “When we returned to the Land of Ever Summer, all the souls of the fallen were gone. As were the gods who should’ve been there.” “And all the gods in the 13th Heaven,” Huitzilopochtli adds. Kanati speaks again. Kamama continues: “We searched across other homelands. There was… no one.” “What do you mean, no one?” Nora asks, her eyes narrowing. “Just that,” Huitzilopochtli replies. “There were literally no other gods or goddesses anywhere. They vanished. And they left everything behind.”

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

There was only one thing coming through there and it wasn't more of its shadows. The old gods were coming through. Damon’s POV I held Sophie and Lucas as the world made a fool of itself. The portals were open and beings of pure ancient power began to emerge, gods and monsters from the old world. Vespera fell to her knees. “The gods have come! Kindly reconsider that this is not the time for the Spark to choose family!” But he did, in his own tiny voice. The Devourer didn't wait for the gods to so anything. It just went ahead with a beam of void aimed directly at Lucas.

Iblis had a strange dream. In this dream, he was the God of Death, and his wife, Shamsiya Moore, was the Goddess of Life. Their first meeting was explosive. Literally. Separated by gender, the Gods and Goddesses in the Ethereal Realm lived in different regions. When they entered the Tower of Gods for the first time, they came from opposite directions. With every step, flowers bloomed at Shamsiya's feet, while the ones beneath his wilted to ashes. Butterflies and light fairies danced in the thick coil of her obsidian mane, as every living creature 10 feet within his radius succumbed to death.

He whispered. Nemyra’s voice was low when she spoke, her hand tightening around his. “This is the other side of the Tower of Oblivion. We call it The Silent Land. It is where the vanishing gods go… to fade quietly. To wait for their end.” Before Prince Ron could respond, a sharp, agonized cry split the silence. One of the gods—a woman with thin strands of grey hair weakly clinging to her scalp, fell to her knees. She sobbed violently, her cries echoing across the empty sky. “No… no… not yet… please, not yet.”

Old gods present in BBP are as follows ; Gefion Morgana Le Fay Seth Elder Gods present in BBP are as follows ; Hades Osiris (Mentioned) Q & A Q : Is BBP returning for a second book? A : YES Q : Will there be more reveal of gods in future tines of BBP? A : YES Q : Is Maria considered a goddess A : An offspring of a god, is considered a demi god, concepts may or may not change. Next Chapter content : 1) Themes present in BBP

Every nightmare. Apophis, god of chaos. Lilith, the original she-demon. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Whiro, god of darkness. Lamashtu, child-devouring Mesopotamian terror. Gods. Demons. Monsters. Twisted relics of faith. The sheer evil in this room chokes the air, and if we had lungs, I doubt we could breathe. Loviatar hasn’t told us why we’re here. Just that this “meeting” will help restore our strength. She promised vengeance. I believed her.