Godshard Chronicles Novels & Stories

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

Thousands of questions roamed through her mind. She was the mate of the Alpha heir. Yes, she was the one that had howled under the full moon like the moon goddess had said, but she was much more than the alpha Heir's mate. She shared an uncanny resemblance to herself. She saw the sharpened weapon she had prepared to kill her with fall off her hand. Was that why she was chosen to find her? Was that what the moon goddess meant when she told her she couldn't carry out what she planned against the mate of the Alpha Heir.

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.

“From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference. “Now, we all know the only things that will never change are how morally questionable and life-threatening they are. So, if you are not up for the challenges, lacking in insurance, or weighed down by that pesky, little voice at the back of your head you call a conscience, you are free to exit now.”

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

Maybe not even for those who did not possess a piece of her. …What followed next was something cross between a vision and a burst of knowledge combined; my brain now overcome with intense overwhelming sensations all at once. …Something that only stopped when I saw it. When I saw it all. A timeline of our origin, spanning since the beginning of time. Playing out like a story in my head. The story she wanted to show me. A story that went like… …. ...... Long ago, well before man drew breath, the Gods ruled over everything. Twelve children had been born to the universe and amongst the eldest, there was a girl.

She said seriously. "So what's the point of coming here if we can't find anything? If it's not here, then the knowledge is nowhere else," Gil lamented. "There's just one place left and that's the chronicle of shifters, a magic tool that automatically records everything that happens in the lives of shifters, especially the ones that move in packs. The chronicle has a mind of its own and might not respond to your question but you can try, maybe as Alpha Ajax, it'll respond to you. It'd have been better if a direct descendant of Zales asked though but I doubt they exist," she was walking in front so she didn't see everyone turn their heads to look at me.

personal sacrifice brings the greatest rewards. My name is Toby Spafford, and I am the de facto captain of the worldship Horus. Some would say I died the day the computer ate my brain. Others claim that I'm immortal... that time no longer has any meaning to me. I'd say it's somewhere in between. I didn't die, but I did give up my life for my world just the same. Someday, maybe, someone might find a way for the world to run without us. Until then, I'll stay where I am, blissfully floating in my tank, living a thousand lives through my ten thousand eyes, making life better for everyone else. It's what my grandfather wanted me to do. Since he truly did die for us, I sure as hell won't let him d

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she asked Nix. Kord groaned. "Come on!" Kiema stabbed a finger in his direction. "Shut it, Nerdy Noah." She looked back at Nix. "Well?" "Then the gods and goddesses will once again rise to full power. And they will hunt you and all of your loved ones down. They will make you a message and example for everyone who thinks to rise against them." "Circle of the Reckoning, it is, then," Kiema said. "Back to Scarlet, Goddess of the Night, and assassination attempts," Asher said.