Monster Gods Novels & Stories

[Narrator's POV] A long time ago, there was a group of male sinners, also called cursed humans, who had been altered by the Gods to transform into evil giants with fur-covered bodies, bull-like heads, and tails. These monsters, born from the arrogance of man towards the Gods, came to be known as Minotaurs or the Monsters of the Labyrinths. Five of them found themselves trapped inside the confusing structures created by Poseidon, where five pairs were currently walking through. "To kill is to live" was their belief, and they eagerly awaited the arrival of the defenders to satisfy their hunger.

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?.

All of it wasn’thing for ferocious monsters. One day, the deities decided to come down from heaven. Quelling most of the monsters in the world with their strength and blessings. Until the beasts didn't dare to come out of from shadows of the world. Sun God, Lillio, and his sister Lunaris, Rubiel Goddess, who went down to the surface, decided to settle in the country and protect the people from monster threats. Hence the human worshipped The Sun God and Rubiel Goddess as patrons of the country.

I shrugged, “Why not? People are lining up.” “Yeah,” the guy shrugged in agreement. “Who do you think will win in this battle?” His question made me pause. Drawing from my father’s teachings, I recollected that every pack possessed distinct strengths. Some packs excelled in physical might, especially those closely connected to Lycans. Others were adept at using black magic, they often were hybrids of black witches and werewolves. Certain packs even boasted remarkable immunity to poisons.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

Mother Earth represented the 7th Summit and was revered by the Werewolves as if she was their own Mother. Right in front of Mother Earth was the Moon Slave– there was more history concerning this god but the Werewolves did not talk about him. They said he was evil, they said he would trap foolish Werewolves and use their souls as an ushering step to his awakening as the Moon god. Only Mother could be trusted amongst the thirteen Deities. This man. His eyes looked like the gold that represented Mother's eyes smelted into the dark Moon that represented the evil Deity Moon Slave.

But his injuries hardly impeded his ability to summon two Corpse Puppets, both with more than five centuries of Malicious Grudge, to him and the two monster lumbered vigilantly beside him. Xiao Chen thrust the Sword at the Great Immortal and he bellowed, "Give me back Muxue!" He had only just finished when shadows appeared out of nowhere and danced before them, finally stopping and materialized into the twelve Corpse Puppets of the former High Chieftains of the Sect, accompanied by the hundred-man strong army of Blood Corpses. The blanket of pale glow cast by the receding daybreak moon only made the sight of the monsters look more macabre and ghastly and the mages of the Orthodox Path, espec

“Oh, come on. It’s not their fault. After all, they never stood a chance.” “Really?” Alpha Jameson says with a sinister smile. He looks down at the fallen warriors once more. “Drink the God’s potion!” He commands. My eyes widen in shock. The God’s potion? For werewolves and Lycans alike, the Moon Goddess is held sacred above all else. She’s our creator, our mother. There is no one else. But a God?

Yet, within this forsaken sanctuary, the god of the moon remained, a prisoner of both time and destiny. His name was Solas, the forgotten twin. His sister, Selene, the moon goddess, was worshipped and revered, her name chanted in temples and etched in the annals of history. But Solas was different; his power was feared and misunderstood. The villagers spoke of him in hushed tones, a cautionary tale for children. They said he was locked away for a reason, his power too great, too dangerous. But the truth was more complex, a tapestry of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.

I stammered, a voice inside me immediately quipping, "For your meat." "Adie, to understand why we need you, you first need to know everything about us," she said, and I nodded, willing myself to listen. "We have our God, just as humans have theirs. Our creator is the Moon Goddess," Bell began, and I found myself growing intrigued despite my initial fear. "The Moon Goddess created us. She is our Creator." "After her come the Senior Wolves, the elders of our kind. They've existed for millions of years, powerful beings who grant us our abilities. They can also strip us of those powers. They are immortal, like wandering souls."