Neon Gods Novels & Stories

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,

It was was the red moon day in Hades court, the sacrificial day and also a day to give back to their source, "The End Realm" All elders sitted round the sacred coven,dresed in a black cloak with each holding there magic wand, with an empty seat is empty, that of Meera. Just before the ritual began, the eldest of the court summoned their acient witch mother, the only witch in history posses the dark crystal. The head however couldn't get through, he noticed something was wrong. He felts detached from his root, he felt like his access has been denied.

He paused, then smirked. “You know, the Moon Goddess has a funny way of doing things. She couldn’t bear a child in her three years marriage, but one night with a mateless Lycan King… and she ends up with triplets. Right when the Council’s been pressuring you to take a Luna.”. "Don't go there," I snarled. Neon’s expression sobered. “You know It’s time to forgive yourself right," he said straightened his face. “She would also want you to move on.”

“Speaking of thieves… I remember us taking that portrait in Greece.” Caleb blinked, then laughed, smacking his forehead. “That wasn’t exactly stealing—we kept begging them to let us examine it first. And we returned it, so it was more like borrowing.” “I second that,” Ivana said, laughing along, the tension in the room easing as light-hearted chatter replaced the morning gloom.Yet the harmonious atmosphere only reminded Ivana of her parents. Her mind drifted back to the encounter with Anubis—her so called groom. If he’s truly a god… maybe he could help me find my parents, she thought, her heart thudding. Maybe… just maybe, he can help her find them.

"We’ll find a place where the grid doesn't reach. Or we’ll build a wall so high that no one can ever look over it." "And the baby?" Nevan looked at my stomach, and for the first time, I saw a flash of the "Shield" return to his eyes—not the violet fire, but a cold, grey resolve. "We’ll raise him to be a man," Nevan said. "And if he becomes a god... then we’ll be the gods that raised him." He leaned down and kissed my stomach, a seal of the second genesis. We were the Sovereigns of the Void, the monsters of the digital age, and the architects of a new world order. But as I sat in the dark with Nevan, I realized that the greatest architecture I had ever designed wasn't a city or a network.

Neoma pushed the data toward me. It hit my frontal lobe like a blunt physical impact. My head snapped back. I saw a white room. Scientists. A young Nergal with smooth skin and steady hands. The laser array whirred—a sharp, rising note. I felt the cold, calculated decision to extinguish a planet to synthesize a god. It was a systematic slaughter. "Now," I rasped. Blood began to trickle from my left nostril, hot and salty. "Amplify the signal."

And although, the present generation of the lower class of Luna Kingdom had been riled up severally by their parents to fight back and save them from this brutality that the higher clan imposed on them even using their ancestors sacrifice as a catalyst, they stayed put. They weren't going to go against the beasts that could almost predict anything. That is to say that the wolves had very keen senses, their sight, hearing, smell, super fast reflexes and above all the use of magic that was bestowed upon them by a goddess made them invincible. So if they were to ambush them, just a slight snap of a twig and their heads would already be sent meters away from their bodies. Even they felt that the

This is one of the highest techniques of sword techniques. Dark Fist Of The Nether, a technique that makes one's fist possess the Yin Element that comes from the Nether Realm. Possessing a cruel power as the Yin Element is corrosive, this technique is usually cultivated by someone of the Demon Race. One of the Gods got this technique book by chance, which was the reason why this technique was in Xiao Long's head.

Elara replied, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. The neutral zone was located in an abandoned warehouse district on the outskirts of town. As they approached, Elara could feel the energy of hundreds of supernatural beings—werewolves, vampires, shifters, and others she could not identify. The air was thick with power, with anticipation, with the ancient promise of the Moon Goddess.

The regrets surged. I didn't flinch. --- When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. Hours had passed. I was still standing. My face was wet with tears I didn't remember crying. My throat was raw. But I was still standing. Fenra watched me from the edge of the circle. Her three eyes were unreadable. "You didn't break." "I almost did." "Almost is not broken." She stepped into the circle and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're ready. As ready as anyone can be to face a seven-hundred-year-old Null who wants to become a god."