Marvel Elder Gods Novels & Stories

“What have you found out?” Randy wraps an arm around his mate pulling her to his side. “As you know since the beginning of time. The Elders are made up of all Species that reach the age of enlightenment. Most of them have powers that they use for the good of The Moon Goddess Children. Or at least that is what we have been told growing up. Somewhere along the line. The powers that they hold over everyone else has grown to be corrupt.”

Much to Jane's chagrin, Natasha sat on Red's other side. Tarloh stood up, a grim look on his face. His gaze swept over the crowd. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, here's the scoop. We've got trouble with a capital 'S.' We've got some mystical power that feeds on madness, and it redefines evil as we know it. Does anyone remember the stories of the Elder Gods?" Some people at the table looked confused. Some looked incredulous. Others looked downright terrified. Tarloh stopped, took a breath and then, "What we seem to have here is a Shoggoth. For those who remember, the Shoggoths were servants to the Elder Gods, at least in the beginning.

"Our Council is in a meeting with the Elders. We're not sure where Jay is, but it seemed the Knights of Death are now using some of the Elders they've captured to strengthen their power." Liam had learned many things—the things that Mira knew. The elders were like the cousin of the daemons, just like werewolves and lycan. Unlike the daemons, Elders possessed stronger abilities, and usually, the bad guys exploited their powers to cause mass destruction. The Elders were another god-alike-deity and were known to be part-God and part-something else, different from the daemon. Daemon tended to be part-Angel and part-daemon or just thoroughly daemon. There was no known information if a daemon was

Compared to them, Zen was akin to a newly hatched chick still exploring the world. In the history of the underworld, every Godfather candidate displayed a strong magnetic type of charisma. It could manifest in various ways, and no two Godfathers were the same. However, every Godfather displayed mysterious wisdom similar to omniscience that went beyond regular intelligence networks. Their ability to accurately read a person’s character and predict a traitor’s death was uncanny. Nobody knew how the Godfather did it, but every chosen candidate was a figure to be feared. That terrifying ability inspired the Round Table Congress to be created to prevent the Godfather from destroying the underworl

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

It was shining so brightly that I had to use my hands to cover my eyes. "Do not be afraid my child" This voice, it does not belong to the priestess. It was so warm and smooth. My ears jerking to hear the sound of it again. "It is I, Hapoda, God of all the witches clan. We are four gods sent by the supreme ruler to watch over the earth. Valarus, The god of vampires, Eridal, the god of werewolves, and I, the God of witches." Ok...Where was this going?.

“If you don’t mind my asking, who’s your divine ancestor?” “My father was a demigod. The last few of those died out almost twenty years ago now, and his father was none other than Zeus. My mother was a descendant of Athena and Ares, an interesting mixture to be sure. No, I don’t have any special . . . powers, I guess you could call them, but I have noticed some personality traits and interests of mine that line up with what my ancestors represented.” “You said the last few of those? What do you mean?” James asked.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

As everything slowly starts to quiet down, a thought intrudes the crime boss’ head. He didn’t have time to think about this as they ran away from New Bilibid. All that occupied his mind was to leave alive. Now that they seemingly are now in the clear, his mind wanders back to moments earlier when he was still in one of the basements in the prison. Back to when the veins from Goldie’s neck bulged out from his skin as his shock collar electrocuted him. He recalls how he could see the yellow light from beneath his skin and muscles, revealing his veins, and even the cervical bone of his spine. He remembers the spray of bullets that weren’t able to reach him. He remembers the police car that flew

Elia’s eyes fluttered toward her, desperate but lost. “Lucien is the God of War,” the healer said, each word deliberate and powerful. “Yes! But he does not kill his own people.” Her thumbs pressed against the back of Elia’s trembling hands. “He protects them.” Elia’s breathing was still fast… too fast, ragged, shallow, dangerously close to spiraling. Her chest heaved like she was dying on a dry land. But the healer didn’t let her look away. Her hands tightened around Elia’s trembling fingers, anchoring her with sheer will.