Killing Gods Novels & Stories

The new god studies us. “You hesitate,” he says. “We consider,” I reply sharply. “Consider quickly,” he answers. “Because belief does not pause.” The energy around him thickens. He is stabilizing. Solidifying. Kieran’s voice drops low. “If I kill him now” “You create martyrdom,” I interrupt. “And if I don’t?” “He becomes permanent.” The new god tilts his head. “I prefer permanence.” The crowd begins chanting. Not Kieran’s name. Not mine.

“And have you ever paused to inquire why they are assisting when they are also among the Gods? Generally speaking, the divine do not take kindly to those attempting to dismantle their hierarchy.” Ersa nodded, her expression solemn. “When the Gods die, they are reborn. This time, it is Selene and Hades who shall guide these new deities. They seek a cleansing of the old rot.” “And what exactly can kill a God?” I asked. I have viewed her past, but they are filled with flowery metaphors and very little tactical data. “How are you supposed to fulfill this prophecy?” “My blood,” she replied simply. “The blood of a demigod.”

Tristan barked as my mate and I wandered out of the mansion front door as if nothing happened. “We’ve gathered everyone. It’s over, right?” Tristan asked. Kade and I shared a look. “No, but this part is over.” “Oh, great. That means there’s still more shit to do,” Tristan grumbled and walked off. “Kade… How come the goddess didn’t mark me when I killed Harlow?” He tugged me closer. “Because it was a power kill. This was a symbolic kill. Kahn was a powerful wolf. It’s not a bad mark; it’ll just tell anyone who comes against us that we have a higher status.”

“Why would they not recognize me? They are my family.” “You were never a part of their family, at least that is what they remember.” Charon sighed when she just stared at him, “You see, when a god or goddess becomes discovered he or she joins the divine realms and leaves his or her mortal life. Thus, anyone who knew of his or her existence as a mortal must have their memory wiped out. Goddess Lenthe personally saw to it that everyone who knew the madam will have their memory of you removed.” “What??” Angelique was out of words. “How dare you?”

She walked towards him like an elder about to impart some words of wisdom to a child. “Ok I’ll try my best not to interrupt you” he meant it this time “You better not" she inhaled deeply before she began “Where am from there are different beings that exists there, prominent and dominant among them are what you call gods, now they control everything that goes on that realm. They’re powerful,terrifying well some of them are but what I am trying to make known to you is that they stand above the others. Now among them is a separate race of beings called Anti-gods, they’re fewer in number but still they hold some authority. They’re what you may call police as they keep the gods in check to make s

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

He was killed by the supreme God of Massacre who was ranked among the Three Killings. Clang! All the experts of the Yan Huang Tribe sucked in a breath of cold air. All of them stared at the God of Massacre in astonishment. Even someone as powerful as a Martial Saint could be obliterated with one strike? "What kind of means is this?" Was he still human? "If you still dare to be stubborn, then I'll come one by one. Let's see how many Martial Sages your Yan Huang Tribe has." The unmatched killing god laughed sinisterly, about to take action again.

The gods and demons gathered to see the battle they have never witnessed before. Even with monstrous strength and unending stamina of war god, Kvoth managed to kill the War God 49 times, each time by tearing his throat from his head. When humans saw this battle, they realized his godly strength and caliber were far too great for a mortal. Unfortunately, the difference between a god with infinite lives and a mere human was something he could not overcome.

He honestly felt nothing for the goddess he killed. “How was a goddess left on earth after the gods’ ascension?” Alpha Ashwood seemed scholarly in his attention. “That I do not know. I do know that Gumihos are forest gods. They protect the forest from the harm of humans by eating their hearts and sucking out their life force. They lure you in with a sweet scent and beautiful face, then kill you for trespassing. They are more demons than gods. That one has killed five of my men since turning 18.” The American Alphas look at me with wide eyes. Father smirks.

“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-”