Hand Of God Series Novels & Stories

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

"And that begins with your little toy...I know many a man and woman who would love to play with him before his life is again extinguished to feed me." Am-Heh saw red. The rawness of those memories burning his blood. With his waning strength he grabbed Babi's arm, tearing the limb from the socket and delivering a blow that shattered the sneering jaw. Teeth pierced and embedded in the roof of his mouth, others slicing his throat his throat as they slipped downward. Gagging, Babi sprawled back, grabbing at his severed limb and gargling curses. He gestured madly to the watching humans who started forward. But a heat rose around the fallen God, pushing them back when they were within touching dis

God came first before anything else and that was the order in which I'd set my life. The service was peaceful. The choir’s voices soared like birds in flight, and the sermon which was about restoration and grace felt like it had been written just for me. I held Hayley close during the final hymn, her head nestled against my shoulder and her breath warm and steady. She was my miracle; my anchor; my reason. After the service, we exchanged pleasantries with a few familiar faces, saying hi where necessary and dropping good wishes for the new week. When all that was done, I held my daughter and we both walked hand in hand to the restaurant I’d picked out.

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

However, it was too late now. Nicholas kept inching closer and closer to me. Then, he stomped on my right hand and kept stomping on it with all his might. The pain was so great that I couldn't even make a sound anymore. Tears flooded my eyes at once. Nicholas' figure turned blurry in my vision. Now, he looked even more like a monster to me. I tried to pull my hand back, but it was to no avail. I felt terror spreading through my chest. My hand!

"Isn't he a god?This… this is beyond anything we imagined.Why would a god be buried" The air thickened, stifling. Dust swirled around their boots, stirred by some unseen force. Ivana hesitated, then stepped forward, the broken seal shard still in her hand. Blood from her cut smudged across her fingers. "I have to see…" she murmured, holding out her injured hand. It hovered for a moment, then brushed against the mummy's wrappings. The linen was dry and brittle, but a faint warmth pulsed beneath her touch. Her blood left a dark streak across the golden wrappings.

But it was all too late now. There was nothing she could do to fix this. The only way out for her now was to embrace her death with open arms to save the last of her pride. Just then, however, a ray of brilliantly-colored light shot out from Wilbur and enveloped him completely. The chaos around him was blocked off completely. The Armysus God's gigantic hand hit the light, but the barrier of light did not move in the slightest. Instead, the hand bounced backward and was sent flying. The Syron God's sword hit the light as well.

“Even if I get something great out of complying. When I want you on your knees, Sera, I will tell you. Right now, you will bend over the bed and spread those legs. Someone needs to remind you who the fuck is in charge.” My heart thrummed out of control as I slowly turned and bent over the mattress, spreading my legs just like he’d asked. A low groan of approval left his throat, and I gasped as he placed his hands on my ass and then smacked me hard enough to make me yelp. His thighs brushed against mine as he stood behind me, teasing me with his touch. To others, he was the Hand of Death, but right then, his fingers were magic, toying with my sex as he dragged them in and out. My eyes rolled

we fought for? ​The merchant’s fingers brushed against my slit, and I screamed, "Don't touch me!" ​CRACK. ​The sound of bone snapping echoed louder than the merchant’s sudden, high-pitched shriek. ​A massive, Purple-skinned hand had reached out from the darkness and crushed the merchant’s wrist like a dry twig. The man fell to his knees, clutching his ruined arm, but the figure that stepped into the light didn't even look at him. ​He was a god. A terrifying, Purple-skinned god.

It was still shaking, but I did not drop it. "No one's hand should have to heal crooked. And no one's life should be used to fill a void in someone else's family." Nathaniel blocked the doorway. "We're your parents, not someone else." I showed him a photo of the signed severance paper. "Once we signed it, you were." … Before my rehabilitation ended, I finally managed to write my name with my right hand. My therapist praised me. "That's a big improvement. You can start practicing short sentences now."