Neon Gods Book Novels & Stories

"The Synthetic Gods are falling! The cage is broken!" A roar, tentative at first, but rapidly swelling into a deafening tsunami of pure, long-suppressed rage, erupted from the underground. Millions of cyber-cultivators, realizing their souls were just batteries for a false heaven, poured out of the alleys, dive bars, and sweatshops. They didn't have orbital cannons, but they had plasma-cutters, mining lasers, and sheer numbers. The Neon Rebellion had begun. But Caleb and Scarlett weren't watching the streets. They were looking up.

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My mother's corpse touched the map with one cold finger. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "When the gods withdrew, Below-Prayer rose from everything they refused to hear. We could not destroy it. So I designed containment."

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

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.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en

If she could have known ,the winds ahd flown her there so that she would be lectured as a kid them she could have never landed there but could have gone somewhere far away. “You surely underestimate my powers, Luna Milburn.” The moom godess chuckled, after reading her thoughts. “Am not lecturing you nor am I asking you to stop despising Alpha Rasmore. I just wanted to let you remeber that everytging happens for a reason.” She was told. Thick darkness started to ascend swallowing everything up. Karen wasn’t shocked nor asked anything because she knew what was about to happen. When the moongodess is preparing to reveal herself, the darkness happens. After a short while, the darkeness faded awa

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

Humans. Creatures filled with greed. Creatures filled with hate. Creatures that are minds thrive in filth. Creatures whose ferocity is greater than any God. Those who feel are deemed unworthy. But those who own it are deemed as strong. The filth and hate, the cruelty and greed are such emotions. Such that no greater power can run past them. No demon, no spirit, no angels, no God can tame the human heart. They were never born to lead, they were born for the world's destruction. They were born to fill it with love, to make the world bloom. But oh, what an irony this is. They are the ones pushing life away, but they are the ones that are saying life.