Novel & Cerita Mad God

He picked it up from the rusty ground, pocketed it, and kept moving. The eagle mount was burning, flames fueled by the lingering spirit of the dead salamander. The fire consumed the carcasses, drawing a blazing line along the front of Mad End’s Wall. Gildeon heard Ghulik’s small footsteps behind him. The goblin mumbled like a madman, spewing out a story about salamanders and sylphs losing their sanity upon contact with the wall. If that were true, then the sigilmaker would be useless to the army.

He was the Alpha King. Our eyes locked, and his pupils blew wide. Through our instant bond, his wolf's deep roar echoed in my soul: Mate. My heart skipped a beat. But this time, my wolf felt no fear. Only a deep, humming peace. I finally understood. The Moon Goddess took away a toxic bond just to bring me my true mate. I met his burning gaze, held onto his hand, and stepped right into my new life.

“That wasn’t what your body wanted last night, little orchid. You were squirming underneath us, begging for more.” Heat flushed to her cheeks, staining them red. Even when she was embarrassed, I still wanted her. What kind of goddess is she? “That was before I knew you were monsters! Literal monsters! He has shadows for the moon goddess's sake! He can kill just by forming his hands and plunging them into people! Why would I want to serve you after that!” “I won’t kill you,” I stepped closer. “Listen to my brother, if you’re with us, nothing would come near you. No harm. You’ll enjoy…

the goddess shakes her head disagreeing. "There's no need for that my child. You are strong enough to control it. Just don't let your feelings win over your mind." he nodded at the goddess and thanked her. Not that long, the goddess left, he decided to stay a little more. He sighed and think of his mate. He sends a message to him. 'I'm okay and will come back later. I promise'

Theo and said;" sorry young boy about that, as you see i'm an old man sometimes i used to misstep" "misstep", as Theo muttered the word and said to the old," it's ok" and looked at the spoil food and gets up to walk to his house he heard the old man saying:" here take this as an apology, i guess this doesn't value too much, take this and forgive this old man". Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day.

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His daunting eyes narrowed in on me and he straightened, a smile spreading across his lips and revealing the dimples my dad had mentioned. His beauty struck me like a blow, and I could already feel butterflies swarming in my stomach, his intimidating aura swallowing the entire space around him. Dr. Benjamin Cavanagh. The eccentric billionaire dubbed the Mad Doctor. “Do you see him?” My father crackled in my ear. “Yes.”

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

God had abandoned Gianna on 13th Street. The place was filled with heroin, gunfire, and the rotting stench of sewers. They also called it the slums. After her parents died in a shooting, her grandmother, Rosa Argento, raised her. Matteo was three years older than she was. When they first met, he was a defiant teenager who had escaped from a fighting ring. He became a target for everyone because of his face, too refined and almost sinister in its beauty, combined with his fierce and untamed nature.

“That’s why I wanted to interrogate Roger. See if he knew anything else about your mom.” “Your uncle said some wolves were gifted elemental powers by the gods. But your elemental gifts were heredity, as you are descendants. You are descendants of the gods,” Maddox says. “It is all fitting together. You can both give us your blessing before I mark Eden. It will have the same effect as if the goddess herself blessed us.” I hyperventilate. “Oh, Hecate. Oh, Hecate. You mean I raised two goddesses?” “Well, not full goddesses’ mom. But together we make a full one, apparently.” Lottie tells me. I gave her a stern look. “Thanks for correcting me. No wonder you were such hard work growing up.”