Killer Of Gods Novels & Stories

"Exorcising evil is our sacred duty, ma'am." Lucas, the mole-faced man, put on a profound, mysterious expression. From the cloth bag at his side, he took out an iron basin, poured in half a basin of what seemed to be ash, before lighting up a talisman and throwing it into the basin. Immediately, the ash ignited, sending up thick, acrid smoke as the iron basin rapidly grew scorching hot. "With the flames derived from the very sun, we shall purge this evil spirit! Ma'am, take off your son's shirt. I will apply these sacred ashes onto his navel and exterminate the evil spirit through fire!"

His knuckles brushed her collarbone. She caught his wrist before he could pull away. His pulse was there, under her thumb. Faster than she expected. "Talk to me," she said. "About what." "Anything. Something that's not about us. I need—" She exhaled. "I need to not think for a few minutes." He hesitated. His wrist was still in her hand. Then he started talking. Not about them. About Nietzsche. A madman with a lantern. "I seek God," the madman cried. "Where has God gone?"

Everything and everyone reverted back to how they were before she crashed the wedding. “You're very smart to think they act alone.” He said sarcastically. “What did you do?.” She demanded. Her voice was low and teary with an angry undertone. “I recognize those two from the boat, I don't know what went down before now, but avenging yourself this way would only get you killed.” “If you're a fate god like you claim, you should know exactly what they did.” “Or I just don't care.” And he really didn't, he only followed up death. Human destinies were in their hands, all he did was give them what they wanted. Regardless of the fact it might affect someone else.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

"You and that AI assistant of yours - the Earth Killer - you wrote the code to that game." He turned to Miaka with a grin. "And it's name? The Alpha Gods. The game is called the God of all Alphas" Miaka laughed. "Of course it is." They would need to access the main computers, but it was worth a try. If they could complete the entire game, following the narrative that the code wanted to play out then maybe, just maybe, the Earth would go back to how it had been before all of this mess happened. "Maybe we can fix the Earth. Is it worth a try?" she asked Kai.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

For six years, i sat behind closed doors, hidden in the darkness, observing, plotting, and preparing myself to exert vengeance on those who took everything away from me. For six years, I watched them have a happy life when they destroyed mine. According to my name 'Ares' which meant 'God of war', I was willing to go to the end of the earth to bring war, and destruction upon those who took my life away from me. Coming to Phoenix-Crest High was part of a perfectly curated plan that was made from the very beginning. Where else would be a perfect place to begin to exert my revenge if not from the place that the most gruesome betrayal happened.

Something sharp and cold. The Goddess appeared between heartbeats. Her expression was not calm. “What have you done?” she demanded. Kieran met her gaze without flinching. “I helped.” Her jaw tightened. “You interfered.” “They were dying,” he shot back. “That is not your concern.” “It is now,” he said. I stepped forward. “It was an accident.” Her gaze cut to me. “There are no accidents when gods listen.” The words echoed inside me. “Kieran didn’t know,” I said. “He reacted.”

To call them vane would be no understatement. "True but let's face it they're always quick to act when they feel threatened. And there's two things they feel threatened by. Gods of death, and demons. Christopher is one of them already! When was the last time you've heard of a pure demon? Now once he gets closer to becoming a full fledged god they will sense it, and they will want him dead for certain!" Alesia snapped. Generally killing another god was a difficult and cataclysmic event. The battles would shake both the heavens and earth. But there was one reason they especially would aim to end a god of death. That was the fact a god of death didn't just have control over life and death of mo