King Og God Novels & Stories

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.

“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."

Ready to kill him. Kael tried standing. Failed. The creature lunged, and the King appeared in front of him. Darkness exploded violently. The King tore through the void creature with pure rage, shadow claws ripping the monster apart before it could touch Kael. The battlefield froze. Because the King, the ancient god of hunger, was protecting Kael. The abyss roared furiously. “YOU DEFY ME FOR THEM?” The King stood over Kael protectively. Silver eyes blazing. “YES.”