I Became A God In A Horror Game Novel Novels & Stories

A skeletal tree, fossilized for generations, suddenly bloomed. Its black flowers opened. And screamed. In the Pale Court, mirrors burst into ash. Prophets clawed at their throats, gagging on their own tongues as visions overtook them. In the Hollow Vale, the soil began to pulse. With heat. With sorrow. With something worse than vengeance, Expectation. A shape rose. Not bone. Not man. A god made of hunger, grief, and the dust of old queens’ promises. The God Below did not rise for crowns.

Perhaps, the soul of that girl had returned, and he was not so happy to see her. Just then, the black journal opened on it's own. He could see the girl's thread move, but he didn't expect what it did next. To his shock, his white fate thread came close to hers, and they intertwined themselves. “This can't be.” He said in panic, reaching out to grab the journal but it disappeared. He wondered what it meant. It was nothing out of the ordinary for human fate to intertwined. But he was a god who had lived for thousands of years on earth, and he had no business with a mortals. Why would his fate ever be intertwined with a human’s?

Clara snarls. I just tilt my head. “No,” I say quietly. “I was your mistake.” The shadow jerks, fractures brightening. “you were created for me”. “And you were created from fear,” I answer, stepping forward. “And fear makes terrible gods.” The air splits with a screech. The goddess towers over me height shifting, shadow twisting, divine fury rolling off her like thunder. Ares moves to grab me. Clara lifts her arm to block the blast building above us.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I - The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 8: Memories That Were Never Mine. ​The chaos of the courtyard fell away, replaced by the heavy, echoing quiet of the isolation cells where the temple guards had dragged her. The iron door had slammed shut with a deafening, final clang, leaving her in a pitch-black tomb beneath the temple floor. Nysera sat in the dark, her knees pressed tightly against her chest, shivering as the damp chill of the stone seeped through her thin tunic. But the physical cold was nothing compared to the fire in her mind; her soul reeled from the sudden, catastrophic awakening of her true divinity.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

"No tea invite? Don't you wanna hear what happened to the people who hurt you?" Truth is, when I first got dumped into this game—way down on the lower floors—I didn't just sit around. While the others scrambled to climb, I wandered. Bored out of my mind. That's when I found it. Buried in rotting trash and black smoke. A busted old newspaper, stuffed between the dead. Back when I was a kid, abandoned and starving, I lived off garbage. Sometimes I found food. Sometimes, something better. That paper? It held the truth behind the monsters in this place.

I let out a slow breath and turned to face her. Her expression was blank, but I knew she was watching for something. A flicker of what was underneath. A crack in the surface. I didn’t give it to her. Instead, I smiled, soft and vacant, and let my fingers curl into the hem of my sleeve. “…Okay.” The child returned. And the game began. CONTENT WARNING This book contains dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution. • Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality)

The very air around her seemed to shimmer with the power of the heavens. "I am Athena," she said, her voice deep and commanding, echoing through the tomb like a thunderclap. "And you… Nihil… you will not break me again." Nihil staggered back, his dark power recoiling from her presence. His face twisted in rage and disbelief. "No! This cannot be. You cannot be Athena. You are weak. You were nothing before. You are nothing!" Kiara, now Athena in every sense, raised her hand, the air crackling with divine energy. The very earth beneath her feet trembled as the ground split open, revealing the raw force of her godly might. Her eyes blazed with fire, her voice filled with divine wrath.

With my last words I go to find my own. "I forgive you Io" I shout. I feel my consciousness float away. I felt the rising of the energy in my chest and thought that I would be experiencing one of my black outs. I gasp as I feel my body transform watching the change through the swirling vortex of colors. My tiny body takes the shape of a giant maroon beast with wings. It has large legs that nearly crush the others who have turned to stone with its talons. As I watch it twin around Draco's statue in a lovers embrace its large, spiked tail weaves around my cursed kin. I see through its slanted eyes as it opens its large jaw to roar into the night. I feel the fire burn its throat as it spits it

She wondered if she was already dead, it was all pitch black. The man should have sliced her throat by now or was she in bound for eternal anguish of torment which humans described as Hell? "Ari........... Ari........wake up." She heard a sweet familiar voice and her eyes opened slowly to see a figure holding her in his arms. "Ala......ric." It was a weak tone but It was enough for Alaric who had thought the worse had fallen upon her.