Naruto Gods Novels & Stories

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

Summer (dryly): Don’t sound so surprised. Rowen: Not surprised, Breeze. Shock and awe. I snort. Smooth bastard. Zak rolls his eyes. We know those three—Rowen, Jared, and Summer—are basically already mated. If they’re not a trio, I’ll eat my fucking shoe. Nathan: Who do we need to summon? Summer: Kanati—the Cherokee guardian of the hunt. And Huitzilopochtli—the Aztec god of war. Well damn. Shit just got real.

Garrick found this line utterly impossible, what was so special about Astral that gods came to dwell here, it was nothing but cold brutality and hungry people roaming everywhere. "Yes...a god who can turn anyone or anything into a god.." Meara facial expression finally cracked, a god that could create a god, weren't they doomed then, who in the untied universe can defeat a god. "Now I want you to keep your eyes peeled, the power and aura of a god is different from normal mortals, so you'd be able to sense it..and directly report back to me..." "Also make sure..you're not anywhere alone, always have a partner..understood.."

Their jagged limbs glistened with what looked like blackened steel, and their roars shook the earth. "These are the Jagganighs," a voice narrated, distant yet clear. "Ruthless celestial entities who sought to destroy the earth. Even the Great Gods could not face them alone." The scene shifted, and I saw humans—ordinary men and women—standing before the gods. Fear and uncertainty marked their faces as the gods spoke to them. "They asked for a catalyst," the voice continued, "a human pure of heart and mind, who could channel their energy to the mortal realm. But no one came forth with joy."

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

"That's right! We must not give up this time—let's fight those traitors!" shouted the ancient gods, one after another, furious at the ancient gods who had turned to the Blood God for their survival and forgotten their true identities as gods of this universe. Long Ning’er watched all the gods standing united like this and found it hard to believe. She thought it was impossible, but it seemed there was something special about her man that had finally brought all the gods together. It seemed this time she wouldn’t be disappointed again by stepping in to help this universe.

Even so, despite only being arrows, their power could kill a high-level god. "Hm? This is going to be troublesome," said Grandpa Lou, sensing that the tomb problem would not be easily resolved. After he went further, there was indeed a hole leading down, but there was a strong barrier preventing them in the god realm from going down. It was likely that only those below the god realm could go down, so even the first elder could not force his way in. "The most troublesome thing is the puppet sect! If they realize that there is a puppet this powerful here, they will definitely force their way in. What should we do?" asked the first elder to Grandpa Lou, who was thinking of a solution.

shouts from the gods' dais. Everyone obeys, looking at each other, unsure of what to do amidst the confusion that engulfs them. At that moment, a supernatural roar is heard, and the door swings open wide, making way for Yaldabot, the feared god of the underworld. His presence is terrifying, his body shrouded in shadows, his gaze piercing. Yaldabot surveys everyone with a cold and gloomy expression. His eyes gleam with infernal fire as he strides directly towards the goddess Luna, who shrinks in fear at his imposing presence. The air around him becomes thick and laden with dark energy.

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”