Novel & Cerita Mad God: Part 1

“Something changed. I don’t know if he just grew bored with existence or if he was broken from the beginning, but he went insane. Here, let me show you.” Before I could consent, Mab tapped my forehead, and my mind was filled with visions of a mad god. He ravaged the celestial realm, calling forth a dark palace from the ether. Fields that had once been a thing of awe were set aflame, burning without end. I felt the pain as if it were my own when he tore Mab’s wing from her body, intent on destroying her piece by piece. Only the magic of her sisters had saved her. They fled to the empty realm that would become the place where my kind were made.

His heartbeat—slow, ancient, steady—thrummed against my spine. I raised the bone above my head. "You want regret?" I shouted at the stones. "You want a feast? Then choke on it." I slammed the bone down onto the altar. It shattered. Margot's essence exploded outward. Not as a ghost. As a wave. All the rage, the love, the jealousy, the fear—everything she had become—burst from the broken bone and flooded the circle. It hit the standing stones like a tidal wave of pure emotion. The stones screamed.

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

It was the day of the Silvermoon pack's Moon Goddess festival, and every member gathered by the Moon Spring to pray for blessings. Ryan held my hand, ready to lead me to receive the Elders' blessing. It was a vital ceremony that acknowledged my status as Luna. Just then, a familiar Alpha scent, laced with madness and despair, shattered the celebration's peace. Xavier broke into the Silvermoon pack's territory. He was a disheveled mess with bloodshot eyes, looking like a cornered beast with nowhere to run.

Some days I wished that I was still with my family, mother would have helped Annabelle in restoring her lost memory. Madonna grabbed my head with her hands and I knew that she was searching for my garden through my thoughts so that she could teleport us there. She was a high priestess now, so she had the powers of teleportation. I closed my eyes as a tingling sensation raced through my head and the next time I opened it, we were in my little garden.

Her mother exclaimed quietly, her tone mixed with both irritation and urgency. “Mom, I saw something! I think you were right! I think you've been right all along! I saw it, just like she described it.” The words rushed out of her mouth frenetically, her heart thumping harder. “Speak English Madison. Just like who described what?” Her mother responded with curiosity in her tone, slightly narrowing her eyes at the other end of the line. Madison took a deep breath. “I saw what Leilani saw, Mom, the glowing eyes, the fangs, Mom, I swear!” Her voice cracked as she stifled a whimper, her eyes burning with tears.

"But it is buried very deep. We need a psychic to shift this dirt. Obliging, Maika used her ability to lift the dirt, but nothing lay below. "Are you sure it is really here?" she asked. "If not... we are in trouble" a newcomber said, startling all present. "A... a vampire!" Miaka had not seen a god og blood since the first expansion. He was.... Well he was amazing - teeth and all. A set of several teeth showed as he grinned at her. "I'm glad you came, little princess. Now, we will find the KEY to GOD CODE."

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.

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.

"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."