Killer Of Gods Novels & Stories

“Have you had issues with a new species, the vamolves?” “Fuck them! They killed two men yesterday!” Kennedy was instantly pissed. “Yeah, we are working on a plan to kill their creator.” Jet said. “Who is that?” “His name is Adron. He is the God of the Underworld.” Jet said slowly. “You can’t kill a god!” Kennedy looked unphased by this. “And who is going to help you there?” “I can’t kill him, but Ivory can.” That would mean, she is aaaa….” Kennedy looked at me like I just grew three heads.

This bitch needs to be stopped, but I also understand there are so many risks involved and the last thing I want is to see Isolde get hurt again. “I have a question.” “Am I going to roll my eyes?” She asks, raising her perfect eyebrow at me. I smirk and give her a peck on the lips, “Not this time. I’m just wondering how a Goddess gets killed. Before meeting you I didn’t even know Gods and Goddesses existed, but from everything you’ve told me about them, it just seems so hard to imagine one being killed. Shouldn’t a God be unkillable?” “The only thing that can kill a God is the blood and magic of another God.”

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.

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. _____________________________

"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.