Neon Gods Novels & Stories

Nеоn’ѕ nеwеr ѕtаtuѕ on thе ѕсеnе makes hеr gіrlѕ vulnеrаblе to these types оf аttасkѕ. It соuld bе a роwеr play bу Neon’s соmреtіtіоn. It could bе a bіggеr organization trоllіng thе streets, оr іt соuld juѕt be a ѕісk John. Evеrу орtіоn іѕ bad.

The rage simmering beneath the surface cracked through his calm mask, though his voice remained deceptively smooth. “If Alonzo’s ghost wants a war, then he can be sure that I'll burn his memory to ash. Again. And if some pathetic follower thinks he can dress in his master’s shadow, I’ll make sure he dies wishing he stayed in it. I'll make sure to give him a taste of his own work.“ The men kept their eyes averted, silence pressing down heavy. Nero’s boots clicked sharply against the asphalt as he walked right up to the crucifix. His hands curled into fists at his crucifix. He stared at the carved message again, lips pressed in a thin line. There was no mistake. It was the same.

And it seemed their Lord hadn’t forgotten the ‘shame’ of that day. “The Western Empire acknowledges the feat of the Brute King, Fire God of Olympus, Great Reus. We have seen for ourselves how you have defended Zandor. We have seen for ourselves how you have protected us. May the others hear and understand, these gods have been with us for years. They live here, in the Western Empire. Neces is their haven and their home. Their home is right next to the Market Square, and many of you may have seen their son- a blond haired blob called Mane. Yet never have they caused any harm or hurt us. In fact, they have been dedicated in raising up the younger generation and have picked a few talented ones

She pauses, taking a deep breath. “Absalom consorted with Nyx, the Goddess of the night, seeking to create an eternal night for his children. He nearly managed it too. Thus, the thousand-year war began. Gods against Gods. You would think that with Zeus, Selene and Helios as one, they would win easily. But that wasn’t the case. Absalom enlisted the help of Hades, who happily went against his brother Zeus. Hades unleashed monstrous beasts upon us. He also had Enyo, the Goddess of destruction, at his side. And, of course, Nyx, if the world was eternal night, she would be all powerful. Why wouldn’t she help him?” Again, she pauses.

"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.

Neon purple light draws the patter as their eyes pins in a surprise backing out unto her side protecting her unto their stance as the ‘demon’ they are fighting against is the very image of the serpentine God. “Ophiuchus.” Calling God’s name as it hisses in response. Its silver scale and neon purple night eyes mark the celestial birth for both of them. Puzzled as their mind might be in a shallow trance of a shape-shifting demon who takes the image of the known God. The three took a defensive stance protecting her near as her heartbeats an unknowing pain. To the God that should be in the celestial realm and of an eminent authority where chants and proper ritual are required for days to be hear

Oakhaven glittered beneath the sunset—beautiful, arrogant, alive. A city completely unaware it was living through its final peaceful spring. Nebula lounged across the mahogany table beside me like a miniature emperor overseeing the collapse of civilization. His sleek black tail flicked lazily back and forth while his emerald eyes reflected the storm of notifications illuminating my screen. “The hornets’ nest has officially been poked, Host,” Nebula purred smugly inside my head. “And look at them swarm.” I swiped open the first article.

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.