Gods Of Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

Something was going on. … "It was a bold move, brother!" Adras said. "Invading a country, supposedly protected by the gods." "Not to mentioning almost draining the princess dry," Yura continued. I had heard this stories so many times before. 'I have lived for over 2 thousand years, nothing, not even some pretend gods could hurt me.' "I grew sick of hearing the nonsense and prophesies about a blessed princess in a protected country, " I answered them angry. "We are the gods, we take everything we want, it is rightfully ours to take."

Sienna did not even blink, and she said expressionlessly, “Come. I’ll be standing here. You can beat me; it’d be better if you beat me to death.” Sienna’s father was the legendary God of War, who was a hero that once stood at the top of the world to defend his family and nation! It was not this eccentric scumbag who was blinded and could not even distinguish between right and wrong! He was not worthy! Sienna had riled Keegan, and his whip was about to fall. At this moment, a clear and low voice suddenly came from the door. This voice was attractive and pleasant, but it was also oppressive and sinister at the same time—

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

I sighed in front of Nora. "You went through all that trouble to get me this chance, but too bad I didn't make the cut." Nora's mouth twitched. She had no idea what I was talking about. She had paid a steep price to learn that Theodore was dealing with a traitor in that room. The mere mention of Harbor City's ruler was enough to terrify people, and he never tolerated anything like this. Anyone who stumbled onto a scene like that would either be silenced for good or sent somewhere far away, never to return home to Centra.

Duties bound him here—even if every instinct screamed to leave. Without another word, Elysia vanished in a thunderous sonic crack, streaking across the sky toward the epicenter. The other Gods of War followed her immediately, tearing through the heavens one after another. The arena fell into stunned silence. Crystal Kirk gripped the railing tightly, her sharp mind racing. Pavan stood beside her, jaw clenched. They did not need divine senses to know that something was deeply wrong. When every God of War abandoned a tournament mid-judgment, it meant the scale of what had occurred was beyond mortal comprehension.

Red, orance, yellow, green blue and violet. The first Gods, Blood, Oracles, Yesteryear, Gray, Ben-son and Violence - they had blotted out the sun years ago. It only existed now because the AI - Eigen - allowed it to. He was growing weary with her. She could always sense his moods. He shone silver when upset with her. "You could just go and leave me here?" she suggested hopefully. He turned black at this comment - threatning her. "Or.... or you could just behave for a minute of your irritating life."

She chuckled and Vera recalled the earth shattering, toe curling orgasms he gave to her. Vlad is the best sex she has ever had. "I tried and he didn't like it..." She still remembers his bleeding knuckles. "You did?" She raised her eyebrows and praised her.. "My girl is learning... The thing is, what do you want now?" "He is too controlling and dominating... Thinks everything should be done as per his will..." Vera closed her eyes in frustration. "He is just so evil... I just want him to leave me alone " "He is evil because you are good, we need to ruin your good girl image... He thinks you are serene, calm, collective and angel fallen from heaven... Let's show him your devil's side..."

The gods seated in the grand circle exchanged wary glances, their celestial forms radiating conflicting emotions. Athena, her golden armor gleaming, leaned forward. “They sent those creatures to take over Avery’s body.” Her voice was grave, her stormy eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “And those were just the zero-level demons. What happens if they unleash higher-level ones? Aethoria will be in grave danger.” Ares, the god of war, scoffed. “The girl is lucky to still be breathing.” His voice was laced with impatience, his crimson aura flickering ominously.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.