Machine God Novels & Stories

It was the ultimate, apocalyptic version of his toxic, intoxicating dominance. Mara backed away from him, her mind spinning. She was the key. She was the anchor. If she commanded the machine to stop, would it? Or had it evolved past its own programming? “Stop it,” Mara screamed at the ceiling. “I command you to stop!” The red light flickered, but the cascading numbers on the screens didn’t halt. *“Command rejected,”* the God-Machine replied, its synthesized voice eerily patient. *“The Anchor must be protected from all threats. Including herself.”*

No one understood the words. No one has been able to interrupt the final curse till date. The skies opened. Lightning struck the trees. The earth shook. And just like that, the Moon vanished from the world. Some say she died beneath that tree. Some say she returned to the sky, watching everything from above. But the curse she left behind never faded. Every Alpha since then has died before their fortieth birthday. Every generation, brothers kill each other for the title. And no one, not even the strongest among them has been able to escape the fate she spoke into the soil.

MADDOX My mother was not dead like I had lived most of my life thinking. On top of that, she was the Goddess of Truth. I was a Demigod. I could not even begin to wrap my head around that. How in the fuck did that happen? ‘I’m sure it’s the same concept of how we’ll create our own pups,’ Neo chimed in. My eyes narrowed at him. It was really fucking strange to see him outside of me. Thank you Captain Fuckhead.

I heard the final words 10 and everything went dark. “STOP, WHO DARES TO TOUCH MY OWN?” Prince Damon has been at the border defending the country since he was just 14 years old. He knew the art of war and was named the God of battle and war, he won over territories and increased the borderline. Every battle of his ended in conquest, he was not only the best in the country but also the best in taking care of his troops. He has always avoided matters of the court and left everything under the guidance of his father and his 3 other brothers. He has not been to the capital ever since he left. It was a day of celebration, the chariot of the war god rode past the streets of Livingburg with glory a

As if something inside me started to burst. ‘Did you enjoy that fun life you had? You waste so much time already…’ That voice started to ring a bell in my head. The owner of that voice… there was no doubt it was him. Godar, a god of time and stars. Laughter was again heard. It was… really him. This place is something that has gods and goddesses. Although their interaction with the mortals is limited, they can still give or offer mortals something. Just like how Brother Clad can manipulate the elements of Earth.

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.

Spartan was sprinting through the horde of Amaroks, taking them down as he did so and it appeared that he was also running away from something. “You can't outrun me!” the voice of the unseen god Moros could be heard through the horde. Spartan then crashed into something that felt as hard as concrete. An Amarok roared at him, its triple jaws coming down at him. Spartan thrust up his right hand and sent a yellow bolt of lightning blasting away the brains of the creature. The god then materialized from the aftermath of the blast and grabbed Spartan by the neck. He heaved him up and looked him directly in the eye.

Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power. Against them stood Ethan, a once-noble warrior, now twisted into a monstrous embodiment of the Water God's power. His form, a grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, loomed over the battlefield, his eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The power of the Water God coursed through his veins, granting him unimaginable strength and control over the very essence of water.

His black eyes shoot daggers at me. Fortunately, my mother is there to calm him down. "Elliot is right. No she-wolf is as powerful as Alice. The best we can hope for is that Elliot’s mate is a beta’s daughter of a powerful pack." She looks at me with her big green eyes and smiles. "Don't worry my darling. I'm sure the Moon Goddess has given you a strong she-wolf." "Maybe, but we don't have time to wait!" My father gets angry, making my mother sigh.

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.