I Learn To Kill Gods In An Asylum Novel Novels & Stories

“Well, I appreciate his thoughtfulness. But aside from the underworld, I can only go back to Olympus and I do not know anybody there. I would still prefer staying here with people I am familiar with.” After the long talk, Ascalaphus brought out gardening tools and turned to her, “What do you want to learn first, madam?” “I want to learn more about Fran Treloar.” -+- In his office, Fran Treloar was steeped with work. Beside him, Charon served him coffee. “How is it going with finding out the hiding place of the lost souls?” “I have already coordinated with the god of travel. I have sent lampads to him to aide him in mapping out the possible hide-outs of these lost souls.”

continued Kali, “that this is only the beginning of many more. And so that the right people get this message . . . I am the goddess of Death.” “Ma’am?” asked the operator. There was no response. “Ma’am?” the tinny voice asked once again. But there was not a living soul present in the room to answer. As soon as she had finished speaking, Kali had set the connected phone down onto a coffee table and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind nothing more than a death-filled, bloody nightmare. _____________________________

he said, “you should take a shower and get into something more comfortable. I will get rid of these” “I killed a lot of people, Ashely” I told him, my voice breaking into a million pieces. I tried to be adamant to these things but the more it happens, the more I feel myself falling into that abyss of pain and suffering again and again. I thought I would get used to it with time but It seems the moon goddess has other plans for me. Be sure the more it happens, the more pain and suffering I feel. “My men have taken care of it” he said, “just take a shower, you reek of blood”

“You must be sick, Ainsley! Seriously twisted in the head. I just told you she stood there like you were nothing. There was no trace of panic i her eyes, no care, she just stood there like ice watching you. And you’re telling me not to blame her?” “I’m not sick,” Ainsley said, his eyes narrowing with guilt. “I’m more sober now than I’ve ever been in my life. I tortured her with every possible method. I pushed her away and tried to chain her down. It’s normal that she doesn’t believe me anymore. Maybe this……” he touched the bandage “… is the Moon Goddess’s punishment.”

Kael's expression changed. "...It woke again." "So she really touched it." Lila's breathing stopped. Kael nodded once. "The first chain is broken." "The second won't last much longer." Lila swallowed. "What happens when all the chains break?" Kael didn't answer. He looked toward the ceiling. "When kingdoms remember...people die." ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Back at the campsite, Cassian suddenly opened his eyes. He knew something felt wrong. He sat up quietly, looking at the fire, almost dead.

Anastasia’s screamed about whatever the fuck, I didn’t listen or care. None of it mattered now. Only the truth would. I stepped behind Anastasia and drove my thumbs into the base of her skull, then flicked two fingers against the hollow behind her jaw and a few other places. She jerked against the restraints. I’d learned these pressure points in the dark, between interrogations in a Russian black site. They’d carved the knowledge into me with knives and electricity. Between jobs, I expanded my knowledge. Now I wielded it better than they ever had.

Falling, Not through space, But through memory, Liora plummeted, weightless and burning, as the god’s voice thundered around her. Time dissolved. Her flame dimmed. Her mind blurred, This wasn’t death, It was unmaking. She landed hard, But not on stone or soil, She fell into herself A cavernous realm lit by blood-colored stars, veins of fire curling through impossible skies, She stood in the Ash Crown’s heart. The god itself pulsed in the distance, immense, sprawling, unformed.

" Suddenly I vanished, I didn't even have the time to vent my anger. All the higher authorities did was to transfer me to one realm to another. From Raphael to Arakah. This was the literal moment when I could unleash the fucking anger laying right inside. The circumferential halos of the sharp light rays emitting from the bright skies fashioned directly to my face. I had no idea where I was. I had no idea where Arakah sent me. Squinting my eyes from the sun rays, I stood up slowly with my arm over my face. And suddenly the contrast and brightness dropped. I realized I was in a light forest. "Ozais!" "The God killer!" I heard a call. "Who's here?" I yelled out loud. It was at that moment I re

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.