Killing Gods Novels & Stories

"I'm not—I'm not helping you kill someone—" "You are not killing anyone. You are just setting up a date to help me save more people." Karma spoke in a cold tone. "Do we have a deal or not?" Mia looked at her phone, then at Marcus, and back at Karma. "Deal." She stood up to leave. "Mia." The girl froze, then turned back. Karma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you double cross me, I will find you." Mia nodded once slowly. Mia's face went pale. She walked away without another word.

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

Sejin sighed, sliding his feet off the bed and fumbles for his slippers. Still, the statement made him smile as he shuffles to the bathroom, grab some stale toast from the kitchen while buttoning his dress shirt, and finally running outside his apartment with keys in hand. He can't let Elizabeth pass his shoot to Keiron, who is Thanatos in the godly realm and his older brother, to just take what's his. He closes the apartment door with a slam, blonde hair bouncing in the air as he dashes towards the parking lot. Completely forgetting about a certain small brown envelope left at the foot of his king sized bed, with a glistening red thread and a letter of a wine god left unread.

And here we are. "You still want to be alive?" he nods his head. "Okay," he looked at me shocked. "Thank you, thank you." I got up and make my way to drake. Drake raised his brows looking at me curiously. "So you’re going to let him live?" I scoffed then quickly raised my gun and shot Mr. Ricci at his head sending blood flying everywhere. Bet he didn’t see that coming. I turned to the drake, he looked at me in disbelief. "What? I need drama." Every time we go out for a mission I always go for the interesting kill rather than the basic and simple one.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

At the ships, the attack had stopped and the searching resumed, they wanted to locate what had killed the great Eleven scientists, the plan was to terminate them, and the whole world agreed to the hunt down, they sat and made plans, they have seen the way they fought and created a device which has never been tested, it was named, the scan, it work was to GO after the gods and goddesses dna in other to destroy it and ended their life, the scientists that came out with the weapons were so sure that the weapons was just the perfect firearms for these new enemies of mankind. Gods and goddesses knew the general they all have been expected had came to office as the new president, they called him,

But deep within, he knew that the time had come for a final sacrifice. The Supreme God Destroyers, sensing the resurgence of their old foes, launched a preemptive strike. The clash of claws and fangs against steel echoed through the forest, mingling with the cries of the wounded and the roar of battle. It was a scene of chaos and fury, a maelstrom of violence where the line between life and death blurred.

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

My father, distracted at work, fell from a high structure and died on the spot. My mother, unable to endure the loss, drank poison in front of our graves. Timothy never found out the truth about his parents' deaths. With the support from Rachel's parents, he built his own company, staying together in love with Rachel for the rest of his life. Fragment after fragment drifted past me, until finally, I saw the very same floating comment that had once warned me about the poisoned test paper. However, there was no malice in it. Only warmth. [Congratulations, Jessie Love. You've escaped your destined death. From now on, live well.]

"How did the family next door actually die? This is murder! If people find out, we're finished!" "Keep your voice down!" Gabriel's voice turned vicious. "It was that idiot Jasmine! I told her to saw through just enough to cause a small leak for a minor explosion. Who knew she'd lose her mind and cut straight through the main line?" "So what do we do now? That family is actually dead!" "Good riddance!" Gabriel gave a cold laugh. "Dead men tell no tales. That family was greedy anyway. They took the 200 grand to fake their deaths and leave the country. Now that they're actually dead, no one knows we paid them off.