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

ASHLEY'S P.O.V The first thing I'd do once I leave here, is murder. Yes. I, Ashley, was going to murder the woman who brought me into this world, I'd stab a knife right into her gut. I've never been one to have murderous or crazy thoughts, but I guess two days of being held in the Harrington's manor against my will with my phone confiscated can change me into someone else

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

The spirits of those who had come before—the lost souls that wandered the asylum—swirled around Elias like a tempest, their faces twisted in anguish. They were remnants of Nina’s victims, forever marked by her dark desires. As the investigator succumbed fully to Nina’s enchantment, Elias felt the familiar pang of loss. “Welcome to your new reality,” he thought, a hollow echo of his own acceptance. “You will never escape.” And so, the cycle continued, an unending loop of seduction and torment. The asylum thrived on the despair of its inhabitants, a living entity fueled by the pain of those who dared to enter.

“She’s an Almega, Asha. Did you see that monster she turned into? She’s going to kill us all if we don’t kill her first.” “Andros—“ I grabbed his arm as I pleaded once again, but he pushes the book to me, cutting me off. “Read this book, Asha, and you will find out the truth yourself,” Andros gave me one last look before going back to the Packhouse, leaving the book in my hands.

" I had once loved the twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling, the man who held an umbrella for me in the rain, terrified even a corner of my clothes would get wet. I had also loved the Julian Sterling who held me through all those nights when I suffered because the oracle blocks never blessed me, whispering comfort into my ear. But I also hated the Julian Sterling who said he loved Celia and abandoned me without hesitation. Even more, I remembered the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling who set traps for me with his own hands and cost me my mother and child. The twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling had, in the end, been killed by the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling. I lifted my head and looked

Enboe-21 went to the corner of Anderson's desktop computer and transformed into a camouflaged pillar. Anderson understood what love was, despite the fact that he wasn't good at showing it. However, this time, he did cry without wiping his face or getting up from the machine. Everyone were tied up to their own thoughts. They felt, each of them, that they should never have gone back to the past. Harrison suddenly broke the silence by getting up from his seat and picking up a bar that was not too far from his reach. “I swear I'm going to kill my dad!”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

His voice was so loud that people's eardrums were almost splitting. ****** The Transcendent Immortal has gone so far, and it's inevitably being put onto the shelves. The first climax of the book is also coming. How was the Mystic Cyan Sect destroyed? What exactly was the demonic howling that came from the Mystic Cyan ruins? Where was the powerful Sect Leader, the Perfected Immortal Qingxuan? Where had Weiyang ended up? Was Ling Yin still alive or not?

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me. The searing heat vanished. The air dropped instantly. I looked up, squinting. A sleek, matte-black umbrella, large enough to shield a small vehicle, was being held over me. Standing there was a man I had only seen in the forbidden archives of the vampire history books. Caspian Vane. The exiled Pureblood. The man the Lightwoods feared more than the sun itself. In my previous life, I had written letters to this man, begging for help. But, every letters were crushed in Edward's arms before they could sneak out of his gothic manor.