Mad God Novels & Stories

she whispered. Liam leaned closer, “Could you tell me what the first two wishes you made? You can keep the third one a secret.” “My first wish was for my mother to be healthy.” She smiled faintly, “The second wish…” She glanced at the box of presents on the table. There was a handmade mug decorated with sunflower patterns, all kinds of little gadgets she could use at work, a massager, and more… Suddenly, a small, inconspicuous-looking box made of wood set in the corner of the table caught her attention.

Mark watched as the flames rolled off 2Pac’s broad shoulders and his gold necklace. Mark’s nerves misfired again, but for five seconds he felt immortal when he activated Ghost Mode. A quantum magnetic pulse passed through the cells in Mark’s body, making him feel invincible. He chuckled as he watched his body morph into a spirit. Mark laughed, watching as 2Pac tried to nail him in his face. Mark felt like he was in a higher dimension. He watched as 2Pac’s fist passed straight through his torso. Mark’s body had become ghostlike. For a moment, he felt like he was God.

There is a dangerous smirk on his face that only Bronx could manifest, inviting and deadly at the same time. He's intimidating, even as a photograph on paper. He is the modern day personification of the guardians' grandfather, Perses, Titan God of War. Unlike the other guardians, whose human spirits were simply a gift from the Goddess Hecate to our mother, she blessed Bronx's spirit to be strong enough to protect the Mavri Magea.

Marco stared at me, his eyes blazing with a mad mixture of greed and possessiveness. I gestured for my men to raise their guns toward him and spoke with a cold smile. "Don Vitale, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Alice, the owner of CR Group." It was as if he didn't even notice the guns pointed at him. Calmly, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Thin smoke drifted around his cold, hardened face. Tilting his head slightly, he exhaled a ring of smoke and curled his lips into a cruel, arrogant smile.

The group, who had been on the brink of despair, exclaimed in delight, "Really? That’s fantastic!" Magath, on the other hand, felt disdain and anger. He sneered. "Hmph, so what? You’re still headed for a dead end." As soon as he finished speaking, Magath's group quickly formed a powerful formation. Countless streams of malevolent aura converged around them, gradually taking on the shape of a daemonic god. It had three heads and six arms, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance. As it emerged, it brought an overwhelming sense of pressure to the battlefield.

‘Luna,’ Reaper mind-links as he flies above me. ‘The giant serpent is Thypon. He is the God of Monsters. He must have come through during the solstice while the veil between worlds was weakened.’ ‘What! The God of monsters! Why is he here?’ I mind-link. ‘He is only known for one thing, and that’s to destroy worlds.’ ‘How do we stop him?’ I mind-Link. ‘I don’t know,’ he replies. We approach Moonhowl woods. Magnus, Damon, Yiselda and Alec make us wait as they check to ensure it’s safe.

“Oh, come on. It’s not their fault. After all, they never stood a chance.” “Really?” Alpha Jameson says with a sinister smile. He looks down at the fallen warriors once more. “Drink the God’s potion!” He commands. My eyes widen in shock. The God’s potion? For werewolves and Lycans alike, the Moon Goddess is held sacred above all else. She’s our creator, our mother. There is no one else. But a God?

"And so, we contained the Accords. But wild magic is not meant to be caged. After the Fall, it exploded outward, coating the world over, and infusing the general populace with its need to see through these stories." "But what does that have to do with me?" "You, Maddie, are unique." Liz shrugged. "The Accords like you. Shine around and within you. More so than we have seen in centuries. There must be a Godmother, to keep the balance, just as surely as there are the wicked stepmothers and evil kings." "So I was brought here to what?" I glared at them all in turn. "Take up this mantle? Become the next Godmother? Seriously?"

Good intentions. "Fine. Here's a fact about me. I'm the Moon Goddess, who is meant to be good, and perfect. I'm not sure what sick freak decided to mate me with a Sin – lust especially – but we aren't meant to be together," I tell him, all in one breath. "Does that bother you?" he asks gently, tone like silken smooth honey, running off my senses. I can feel it in the flutter of my heart and shivers up my spine.

On the flip side, his beautiful mom was none other than Maeve. Jasper looked up and saw Maeve. She looked cool and beautiful sitting on the motorbike, but somehow, Jasper felt irritated. He missed me. Maeve came over and touched Jasper's head. "What? Are you so unhappy to see me?" Jasper sobbed, "Ms. Leighton, my mom is gone. I'm afraid she'll never show up again." Maeve could not contain the smile on her face. "What are you afraid of? She can leave. I have your back. Haven't you always hoped that I could be your mommy?"