Mortal Gods Book Novels & Stories

“The book is filled with tales, short stories really, relaying the life stories of shifters who were blessed or cursed by the Moon Goddess. It really does read as fantastical ramblings rather than anything of fact. But one of the stores tells of mated shifters both cursed and blessed by the Goddess. Cursed to a lonely life, one of solitude until they meet their perfect opposite, a mate that they will be bound to in greater ways than an ordinary shifter and they would each be reliant upon their mate to control the curse inside them.” “With their mate the curse becomes a blessing, and the mates were indestructible, undefeatable and revered as mortal gods. It doesn’t really go into specifics bu

The young pharaoh laughs, defying the decree of the god, and starts to mobilize toward the city and demolish the main temple and kill all of that god's followers, then use the sacrificing ritual to force summon that god onto the mortal world and kill him. This is the war that started the war that would end the age of the gods. After the victory, the young king had announced that he is the god that was reincarnated under the body of mortals. Under the debris of that god's main temple that was colored red with the blood of that god. He appointed himself as the god of mortals! And the gods who live in the realm called heavens have no right to interfere in the matter of mortal.

"But I said it wasn't me. Do you believe it? Besides, if someone else said that only I could do it here, I could understand. But it was completely wrong for you, Samuel, to say that." Samuel frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "You should know better than anyone else that there are tombs of those great masters here. They are the True Gods of your Eight Direction World. Although they are dead, their souls are trapped here forever. They also have the ability to complete the so-called operation just now," the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book said. "The True God's souls?" Samuel frowned. "You can also call them that, but I usually call them other names." the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book smil

"I will leave my mortal life, will take up immortality, if you are a god and I am a mortal and your mate this transaction for their long happy life as a mortal shall be enough, give Layla her life back and I will instead accompany you to the immortal realm." Note: In the first chapter God Narairis is introduced. Layla died as a priestess in his temple in her previous life.

The mortal world did not feel it, not truly. To human eyes, the night was ordinary, the moon a pale guardian over cities and forests. But beneath that calm shimmered the new pulse of divinity. The merge had altered everything. The Seven Sins had scattered, taking vessels among mortals, and the pairs chosen by the gods moved to seek them out.

" I had once loved the twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling, the man who held an umbrella for me in the rain, terrified even a corner of my clothes would get wet. I had also loved the Julian Sterling who held me through all those nights when I suffered because the oracle blocks never blessed me, whispering comfort into my ear. But I also hated the Julian Sterling who said he loved Celia and abandoned me without hesitation. Even more, I remembered the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling who set traps for me with his own hands and cost me my mother and child. The twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling had, in the end, been killed by the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling. I lifted my head and looked

First Forgotten God. 😱 The city descended into chaos. Forgotten souls began screaming. Buildings cracked. The sky darkened. 🌌 Ayesha stared at the page. 💔 “God?” ⸻ 🌙 The Truth About Gods The Book continued writing. 📖 Before kings… Before memories… Before reality… There were gods. ⚡ Most died. Some disappeared. One was imprisoned. 💀 Azrael. ⸻ 🌙 The Sacrifice Another memory appeared.

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

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

He thought it must be the heaven he had read about once in the ancient books he found when he plundered the cities he took over. "This can't be real." No God would ever let him in after all that he had done, Daniel thought. There were buildings and homes built into the trees and rock cliffs that surrounded the city. Waterfalls spilled over the cliffs, and he could feel the mist from them on his skin as they air carried them away. The warm setting sun peeked over the cliff side and trees, casting long shadows against the ground until it eventually disappeared over the sea in a pink and orange spectacle on the horizon.