Machine God Novels & Stories

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

He took a second look around to observed the burnt and charred, broken earth, then he surmised that it was the 'strange red creature' that set him free. "Thank you for releasing me. My name is Nri Magu, and I'm the God Of War. what may I call you?" even, when this Nri Magu spoke, the sky rumbled and resonated with his voice. Yet, His face was pale, because he was gravely injured and was not at the peak of his powers. In fact, he had been dying slowly. "Hmm... The creature calls himself the 'God Of War,' what an unusual title." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure murmured aloud ignoring the 'God of War's courtesy. And mocked with a sarcastic tone, he obviously didn't take Nri Magu seriously.

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

He quickly averted his eyes away from the painting and clasped his hands at Yrian, saying, “Thank you for saving me, Sir.” Yrian explained smilingly, “That’s called the Holy War Gods Pilgrimage. There are countless restrictions integrated into it. The most powerful one can hypnotize and seize your soul.” James looked at Yrian and said, “It’s incredible. A few of them look somewhat familiar to me.” Yrian put his hands behind his back and said smilingly, “Certainly. There’s the God of Curses, Franciscus Yuelan, God of Death, Clayton Sindward, Demon Slayer, Wystov Wharnal, and the Sky God, Darvel Jabbert.

"As have I." Pearl wondered for a moment who he prayed for, being originally a genetically engineered being as he was. Then she remembered that she, too, was part Lycan and therefore also genetically engineered. "What god do you pray to?" she murmured against his warm skin. "The one who gave the Lycan souls, will and spirit. The moon goddess. The one who gave us the power to procreate. It wasn’t the alchemist or your father magic who did those miraculous things."

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

Not only did she forget the kindness I'd shown her, but she also gave Jude the green light to dig up my parents' graves and humiliate my only sister. That was when I received an encrypted satellite call. It was from the General, Gunthar Vale.

Its body was a shifting, fluid mass of liquid fire and grinding tectonic rock, completely devoid of eyes or a mouth. It didn't roar. It vibrated. A horrific, dissonant screech of grinding stone that ripped through the air, completely separate from the steady, rhythmic pulse of our tether. The people in the plaza screamed, a massive, localized wave of pure terror crashing into Valerius’s grid. I didn't step back. I unclasped my heavy black duster, letting it fall to the burning cobblestones. Elias, I transmitted, my psychic voice cold as ice as the Magma-Beast pulled its massive, molten torso out of the crater, rearing up thirty feet into the twilight sky. Tell Cord to forge weapons. Not tuni