Minor Gods Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the door yanked open, and a man, different from the others, pulled me out. “Who are you? Drop me.” I tried to struggle, but he was stronger than I. He opened the door to another car and dropped me inside. Before I could scream, the vehicle sped off. “Who are you people? What is happening?!” I cried, tears streaming down my face. “I should’ve just let the boss kill me, it would have been better.....” “My little B,” a familiar voice whispered from beside me. That voice. My heart stopped. It couldn’t be…

Since Indra had let this person go, it meant that this person was a god. “I know you are worried. But there isn’t a reason to. He cannot attack you personally. All he can do is send his minions after you.” Indra assured Mane. “They may be minions to you. But they are definitely more than I can handle right now.” Mane’s eyebrows twitched incessantly at his words. He called them minions, but Mane was certain that these so called minions were more than a match for him. After all, a god’s subordinates wouldn’t be average themselves. They would be vastly stronger than himself. Mane was certain that these ‘minions’ were Heaven Realmers and Nobles. He was even certain that there were Ascenders amon

The administrators of a madhouse. We hold court at the kitchen table, which is now also the throne of the God of Stained Wood. We establish a pecking order. The God of the Squeaky Floorboard is subordinate to the Goddess of Household Annoyances, who must report to the Arch-Deity of Minor Inconveniences. We assign domains, settling petty squabbles. The God of Morning Dew and the God of Evening Frost are in a perpetual turf war over twilight. We mediate, drawing up treaties on scraps of paper that immediately become holy texts.