Mad God Novels & Stories

"The Macy's Moote Harin Brain" "This girl should be brought here." He let go of Azfarin with a jerk. Azfarin staggered to the ground and did not understand what the man was saying. But he was now walking back and forth, and the three black men were shaking their heads and heading towards Azfarin. "Till Heradi Macy's Op" "Pick up this girl" He was speaking in his own language, his neck pointing towards the girl. All eyes were on the girl in the black shirt at the same time, and the steps of the tall man in them.

Theo turned to Maddie and he was surprised to see her angry. He was about to reach for her face when Maddie took a step back then glared at her. Even the soldiers were startled at what Maddie did. Theo is still the highest-ranking god so he deserves utmost respect and a mortal shouting at him is a great insult. On the other hand, Fekix chuckled but it was muffled due to the gag. Samuel kicked his back to shut him up. "Kill whoever you want. You're a god anyway so do as you please!" Maddie glared at him one more time before she ran inside the palace, leaving Theo confused and hurt.

"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God." "I am a god." "Oh yeah, which one?" "The one." He all but bellowed. "Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries." "You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.

Being a slave, Madonna experienced all kinds of cruelty and a simple cursing doesn’t hurt at all. Veronica continued to shout. “You, bitch! I know you’re hiding something! The moment I will be out here, I will rip your head off your neck! Remember that!” But Madonna was out of her sight already, she was left in the cave alone. She was seething in anger. Surely the dark witch also had a weakness, just like all supernatural creatures, she too had something that would weaken her. Her own kryptonite. She gripped the metal bars around her palms and she gritted her teeth.

JOSH POV Seemingly to appear out of nowhere, a lovely woman is walking toward us from the far distance. She is quite tall, with deep ebony hair and sparkly silver eyes that shine in an inhuman way. Maddie stands from my lap and gives a little curtsy when the woman is closer. “Mother Goddess.” She greets the woman formally, and I use the moment to take another look at the shifter world’s revered deity.

“Kill the wolf,” “What?” Kieran grills. “Wait. He might not be full gone, maybe we can bring him back,” “There’s no cure for mad wolves, Kieran.” “You don’t know that-” “I do,” Alpha Dagon turns to him fully, his height towering over his son. “They have been mad wolves long before any of us was born. There hasn't been a cure then and there isn't a cure now. You can chant over them, lock them in chains for weeks, feed them roots, potion, everything you can imagine, nothing works. Once they lose control, they are as good as dead.”

She conceived and carried Maddox with that Vessel. Apparently, the only way to kill the Demacore army was to kill their Commander. It would kill the entire species. The problem was that it could only be accomplished by flooding the Commander with the blood and magic of a God, but the problem was that no God was able to directly destroy any other God’s creations. It would result in the God’s death that did it. Therefore, that was Maddox’s role in this upcoming war. He would be able to do it since his own mother was a Goddess. Her blood and some of her magic flowed through him. “Holy fucking hell. Yeah, Mom’s side of the family are Selene’s descendants, but you’re literally a Demigod. That’s f

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

Frodo was annoying as hell, but Gresso didn’t want him sent back to his sick mother in a body bag. Frodo used to hack into systems and hold them for ransom just to get money for his mother’s treatments. Gresso believed he was a good kid. He needed to live because his mother had nobody else to turn to and would die without him. The kid’s dire situation reminded him of his own situation with Trojan growing up. That must be why he had such a soft spot for the annoying little bastard.

Madison instructed. Bethany followed her instruction. Madison allowed her claws to come out and laid them carefully on Bethany’s neck. The sharp, semi-curved tips grasped at the back of her neck while her thumb nail came to the pulse on the right side of Bethany’s throat. I leaned forward. No one had seen one of these spells in centuries. At least, no one who was permitted to reveal it. “We invoke the Morrigan. The triple goddess. The shapeshifting goddess. Goddess of war, fate, and kings. Join us here to observe the oath of this child.” Madison spoke sternly and with authority.