Mortal Gods Book Novels & Stories

In the kingdom of Serenacia, all hell broke loose as the wailing and anger of the king's sons, Odell, roared through the city while everyone feared, but also mourned the death of the king of Gods who ruled them, but now lay with a stake in his heart. And now he was dead. Something bewildering and impossible to think about, because as it is said, Gods can live forever, yet here it is. The clouds became darker as lightning of heavy strikes shook the earth, and the humans knew that the only way for them out at the moment, was the cry out to the Almighty, Creator of God's, and the owner of the heavens and earth.

“We’ll fight our way to the top!” The demons let out a chilling howl and charged towards the gods, their claws outstretched and their fangs bared. The demons, twisted and savage creatures of the underworld, rushed towards the gods with an unholy frenzy. But as they lunged forward, a powerful force stopped them in their tracks. The air around the gods shimmered, and a golden light began to radiate from within them. It was the essence of their divinity, a power that had been dormant until now.

“Honestly? Even as a god, there are things I was never told. I don’t know how I came into existence, how I was formed. Some of us, we just are. Only gods like Lioren, born from divine unions, truly know their origin.” “That’s weird,” I giggled, but the mystery lingered in the air like smoke. “I know,” he said quietly. I hesitated, then asked the question that had been stirring in my mind. “Do gods die? I mean, not as mortals, but as gods?” Zevarion nodded, his expression solemn. “Yes. But unlike mortals who pass on to heaven or hell, when a god dies, we don’t go anywhere. We disappear. We become nothing.”

“But the betas of the second, third, and fourth celestial packs… none of them are responding. It’s as if they’re all… scared—” “Cautious,” the crown prince interrupted Yandor. “They’re cautious. Because they know — without the Sun and the Fates, the mortal world will collapse.” “It’s already collapsing…” Yandor mumbled, his gaze sweeping across the chaos. While the entire mortal realm stood still in darkness and silence, a violent wave of panic and disorder tore through the mortal army encircling the graveyard. “Stay calm!” “The Gods will not abandon us!” “Trust the divine!”

Hey readers! Hope everything is going fine? So I have to explain some things in the book to further clarify your reading. AGING OF GODDESSES In the course of the book, I mentioned that goddesses are not immortal. However, they have a very long life span. Mere scrapes cannot cause much harm to them or end their lives. They heal faster than an average magical being which means they heal way faster than humans.

CHAPTER 21 Years melted away like watercolor on a canvas, blending the lines between then and now until the old divisions between divine and mortal seemed as distant as childhood memories. What had begun as a single journey to a small farm had blossomed into a new era of harmony that spread across every corner of Greece and beyond. The once-sharp boundaries that separated gods from humanity blurred like mist at dawn, replaced by shared festivals that celebrated both mortal harvests and divine blessings, mutual respect that recognized wisdom in both eternal knowledge and fleeting experience, and even intermarriage among the highest mortal families and the lesser gods who chose to make their h

She said, The sky grew dark, the floor cracked open and one by one the dark gods arrived. Zaymor, the god of the dead, Yefir, the god of the damned souls, The others were from different parts of damnation that were better left unspoken off, it seemed like all the nature gods and goddesses had joined illummino. Herega screamed in rage as she sent an orb at derora who flicked it away and sent a tentacle of energy that passed through into derora and began absorbing her energy,

BLACK THE ORIGIN PROLOGUE The world was divided into two realms, same space but different dimensions. The Magic and the Mortal Realm. The dominant world of immortals is led by "God" Prominent to provide peace and coexist with the mortals. The descendants of Heaven, as the immortal's reign peacefully for thousands of years.

His eyes far away as though he’s remembering the event, like it was yesterday. “Gods can die?” I ask in disbelief. I’d believed them to be eternal. Immortal. “Yes child. Not much can harm us. For the most part, we are immortal. But we are primitive beings and we like power. We created our own weapons. Only a weapon of the Gods can kill Gods. When we die our physical body perishes, but our soul lingers on. We can if we choose, bond our soul to that of a mortal being. As Cora has with you.” He explains, as though he’s teaching, and I’m his student.

The chanting suddenly explodes across the mortal world. “…they just chose their god.”