Killing Gods Novels & Stories

Fearing. The elder rises slowly. “They won’t harm you unless ordered. But we’re not the only ones the Council sent.” My skin prickles. Cain’s aura shifts—protective, lethal. “Who else?” he demands. The younger one answers, voice cracking: “Hunters.” Ice pours through my veins. Hunters. The only wolves trained to kill alphas. The only ones permitted to kill gods. Cain steps in front of me, body rigid. “How many?”

“To attain godhood, one is to kill the god or the goddess. Now imagine if I kill both. I will be the ultimate. The ultimate form of power. No one past, present, or future will be able to stop me.” “I-It will n-never ha… h-appen,” Layla coughed and blood trickled down her lips. “T-the god and… and g-goddess will n-never l-let… let that ha-happen. They’ll find a w-way to s-stop you.”

Seven Killings stopped smiling and slowly closed his folding fan. They continued to stare at each other until the tension in the air resembled the mood in the tavern yesterday. The ten or so disciples of the Order and the twenty or so Devil's Practice cultivators were both terrified. To them, one was the God of Murder who betrayed the Orthodox Path and the other was the God of Blood that even devils were afraid of. If nothing else, they were sure that these two were anything but allies. Everyone understood their reason to be here: the extraordinary treasure. If these two start fighting, there would likely be no survivors among them.

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. _____________________________

I muttered in annoyance. "I'm a higher God and can do anything I want," he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his narcissism. "I think your a real prick and murdering bastard," I spat and jumped up onto his back and stabbed the knife into the base of his skull. Twisting it against his bones I heard him groan in pain. Yanking the blade out I started jabbing it into him repeatedly. The anger over Fillan and Lexi's death spurred me on as I went into a frantic spurt of savagery. Each hole I created shined a bright golden light. Lykaios turned himself and with narrowed eyes, I buried the knife to its hilt into his heart and his chest cavity exploded in a burst of golden light. Breathing heavily I sat

They did not expect that Brenna Abhaya actually planned so deeply, wanting to kill them all to swallow. "He's a cockroach!" Brenna Abhaya's face turned pale, and she shouted directly again. "You don't believe me, do you believe him!" "Ha ha, whether his calculations are true or not, you are all wise people, I can see clearly for you." Tadhg Walter smiled faintly and said. "Will the Thousand Gods holy magic, still want to find the original Killing Religion, tsk tsk, this kind of news, could it be fake?"

“Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.” “I see,” Asher nodded, “those are the ones still alive, right?” he asked and Alaric nodded. “Pardon me but how are you planning to go about the war with Ramiel? Sorry, Mariah told me your story,” he added when he saw Alaric’s shocked gaze. “Oh, she did.”

“If this young man could gather all the Nine Great Gods of War, this means that he has a very good relationship with them. We will be in big trouble if we anger the Gods of War because we killed him and if they find out that it was us who killed him!” Even the man in the first place on the killer list nodded in agreement. “It’s not that we are not confident in killing this guy, we’re just worried about the consequences when we anger the Gods of War. Putting other reasons aside, even if two or three out of the Nine Great Gods of War got angry and investigates this, we would definitely be dead!” Ken, Ivan, and the others finally realized what was happening. These originally cold-blooded and fe

"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!"

He had seen spirits and had killed a god and so, it was obvious to call himself a god. Khanates appeared through the thick fog, wearing a golden appeal and with his golden scepter held tightly. He had the look of fury, and his horns were so long that they could cut through the roof. “You don't need to tell me your purpose of calling, I already know. You see, if there is one thing you need to understand my dear friend, is that we are in a dire situation. The gods are gone but, however, they still have the liberty to communicate in their own way” Khenetes revealed.