King Og God Novels & Stories

I could have a crush and not act insane. "Sorry. I was just thinking." I whispered. He took me in for a second and than gave me a nod of understanding. "Well you are suppose to be reading right now, not watching The high king." Blake stated as he reached over and opened up my book for me. The high king. I shot a glance at the God who was so casually leaning on the desk and took him in even more. He didn't look like a king. Yes he looked irresistible and he had confidence that could make anyone not be able to function but the high king. He didn't look like he ruled the universe, he was too good looking.

Jane said, and everyone roared, happily clapping. “I give you the king of Tena and Isak, god of love, god of immortals, god of life, king Ario,” Jane said, smiling brightly, and a loud gasp rang out. Nobody has ever been a god of three titles. Why is he holding so many titles? Only Jane has ever been a holder of two titles and now Maeve, but Ario is holding 3?

How long was it that he had known King? In this life, it had been a matter of days. But his heart said it had been a lifetime. And the part of him that was still Tricksy the Orangelo who'd become the Trickster god of Chaos, that part agreed they had been together since the beginning. King had been Tricksy's mate, his Innehavre, before they stepped out of their mortal lives and became avatars of cosmic powers. Before Innehavre was even a word.

She now knew how much Jester had despised his father, and how much that simple fact burdened the both of them. Oberon. Lord Oberon, as he had been known to her and to their people—he was a king of sorts (a Sovereign of the clan of Light, being a god of that nature), a charismatic and brilliant leader with the ego to match. He was proud and powerful. He was the kind of person who would look at the sun and see it not as a marvel or a mystery, but as an object to be understood, and claimed, and used for whatever purpose he sees fit.

“Please go ahead. Feeling your hands on me makes the pain worth it.” I almost rolled my eyes, torn between wanting to kiss him and smack him. “You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath, but the small, tender warmth that spread through my chest betrayed me. Who would even believe this was the same dreaded Alpha King who had conquered twenty-seven Packs in the last five years? The same man whose name alone could send entire armies trembling? He was known as the God of War, the undefeated conqueror— a man whose very presence could make lesser wolves bow in submission. His intelligence, his ruthlessness, had built his Pack into the strongest and most prosperous in the world.

“He’s more than we ever anticipated. He’s the fucking Alpha King.” “He may be the Alpha King, the mightiest werewolf, but he can’t do anything. He’s nothing compared to my powers,” Kaelvor boasted smugly. After all, he was the God of Destruction, the most powerful being who could destroy anything at will. He took pride in his strength and efficiency.

“I’ll let you get your rest. Please try to get some sleep, Alpha Kendra.” “Get out,” Kendra rolled her eyes in an equally playful manner. “I’ll see you soon,” he said before he left. Once again, Kendra was alone. The adrenaline from having Derek there, and everything that followed, was wearing off. The reality of her situation was settling in again, causing panic to rise up. She had no idea what she was going to do, especially with the King coming in just a few short hours. She had heard of the Lycan King, a wolf who’s bloodline had been granted wolves by the Goddess herself, not through the lycanthropy virus, was a fair ruler, though cold. However, he was not one to be messed with, and he h

I caught her as she swayed, wrapping my arms tight around her, holding her close, her weight pressing against me, warm and solid and real. “I have you,” I whispered, my face pressed against her hair, my voice shaking with relief and love and grief. “I have you. You are safe.” Kael screamed again — a long, terrible sound — and then his body began to glow blinding white, light bursting out through every seam, every pore, tearing him apart from the inside out. “I AM THE KING!” He howled, voice breaking into a shriek. “I AM THE GOD! I AM—” There was a blinding flash, a deafening roar, and then — silence.

“Please don’t think that I mean this in an offensive way, but why would the God of war be at my door step?” “No offense taken. Before I reveal the reason I am here, how about we get to know each other first?” He nods. “As you already know, I am Ares, the God of war. I assume you are an authority here. What’s your name and title?” “You assume right. My name is Kyro, I have been the reigning king over my people here for the last five hundred years. I hope your visit doesn’t bring trouble for our kind.” I nod my head at the king.

The whispers behind him made him want to crawl into a hole and die. As for me, I chose this exact moment to surprise Theron. During our starlight dinner, I pulled out a glowing golden oracle scroll and placed it gently in front of him. Theron paused. He carefully opened the scroll. When he read it, he froze completely. "This... is this..." His voice trembled. The usually cold and steady God King actually had tears in his eyes. "Twin Star-Gods?" I nodded, gently touching my belly. "The Moon Goddess sent me a dream. I'm carrying twins—a boy and a girl. With supreme godhood."