Marvel Elder Gods Novels & Stories

Malachi replied. So none of them are really a team like we are. That will give us another advantage. "So you disown the theory of Eli?" Stephen asked. "Exactly. Why would a god allow his people to suffer in chaos? It doesn't make sense." Malachi replied. "You would be correct." Athea said as she and Lucinda turned the corner. "We knew something was different about you." Lucinda added. "What you said out there, who is your master?" Athea asked. "Hervoux. I do not wish to go back." Malachi replied. "He doesn't believe in Eli." I said looking at them. "Who are you two?" Malachi asked. He looked more nervous than he had been this entire time. "I am Athea, this is my sister Lucinda. We are the mo

“Come with me.” She followed me into my study. I motioned for her to sit down when I saw she was waiting for me to ask her to sit. I loved the act. It showed she was raised well. I sat behind the desk and she sat across from me. “Is there a problem?” I asked. “Yesterday, an elder god appeared to me. He said something was coming for you and that I should warn you to be cautious.” The elder gods were gods who had retired. There was the council of blood (Vampires); the council of brew (Witches); the council of fire (Dragons); and the council of thieves (Griffins).

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

His guts told him that he must not admit that he was someone from thousands of years ago. The Elder of the Pavilion of Thoughts said, "The battle between gods and devils thousands of years ago brought the six realms to the brink of destruction. That was the end of an era that couldn't be prevented and yet, young man, you were able to escape that calamity. That's enough to prove that even if you didn't have the blood of the ancient gods in you, you're a descendant of ancient devils. Perhaps, you may have the blood of both."

I muttered now. “Yes, Your Majesty believe.” Another elder joined in, smiling a bit uncomfortably. “We half elders do nothing but believe in the supremacy of the moon goddess and her grace. You see, she is our sole creator and craftor of our realms so we must believe.” The Elder 2 said and I growled at him lowly. “Was that the question I asked you!” I said and my volume went a bit up as I was growing frustrated and piqued. “No, your Majesty.” Elder 1 responded and continued with his explanation.

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

The appearance of the Elder Wolves turned the morning into a funeral. These were not living creatures; they were the "Divine Relics" of the Council’s ultimate authority—monstrosities of clockwork and celestial fire, designed to hunt the Star-Born into extinction. The mechanical beasts landed on the slopes of the Silver Peaks, each impact creating an earthquake that shook the foundations of the Blackwood Keep. Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen.

It would only shorten his odds of success in the end. “Gods have classifications. The classifications are in two forms. The kind of power the god possesses and its use, and the age and origins of the god. In terms of age, gods can be classified into Origin, Elder, or New Age Gods. Origin Gods are gods that have been around since the age of the Origin King. They are so called because no one knows their true age. Elder Gods are gods that may not have lived as long as Origin Gods but are definitely not young. They have lived for over two hundred million years. However, over the years people have grown to refer to some of the oldest Elder Gods as Origin Gods because most have forgotten their ori

"Wherever that girl goes I must follow and I shall observe the every step of the heavenly vessel. No harm whatsoever should befall her. I'll risk my life in order to protect her. I just hope that the lover boy would stick to the plan and not go running after the heavenly vessel. I wish he can focus at the matter at hand. The pair:Marcus and Adrian were beings sent by the elder god in order to protect the vessel at which one of his 12 elders reincarnated as. They were gifted with some powers before their journey 2000 years ago. They had searched for the vessel not knowing that it would take the form of a female. They had searched and searched till they saw Lena. Adrian who couldn't get a hold

"I am saying The Elders made a deal with ancient gods three thousand years ago. They gained immortality and power in exchange for serving the gods' will. And the gods' will is to reshape reality into something they can control completely." "That is impossible," Owen said, though he sounded uncertain. "Ancient gods are myths. Stories." "I am three hundred years old, Owen Prescott. I have seen things you cannot imagine. And I am telling you that the magic I felt in Montana was god magic. Which means our fight is not just against The Covenant. It is against the forces that created The Covenant. Against powers we cannot hope to defeat with armies and weapons." I felt like the floor was dropping