Novelas y relatos de Neon Gods

he replied her in the same tone, the people they followed didn't seem aware of their presence, there were about three figures, all dressed in full black gear, even their heads were of no exceptions of their dressing. One of the figures in black pulled out something from his pitch black bag and carefully set the a rectangular device which emitted a small red light before he began to cover it with sand. The others separated from him, some went towards the city and some went towards the walls of the amphitheatre and began to set devices on them. Neither Amon or Atarah knew what they were setting up but, own thing was clear to Amon. "I didn't recognize it until now, these are humans." He whisper

Suspense gripped the assembly as the prophecy hinted at the existence of a cosmic entity known as "Aeon Nexus." Aeon Nexus, an entity of cosmic balance, revealed itself in a burst of radiant energy. Suspense transformed into awe as the joint empire, the Eclipse Sowers, and the cosmic entity engaged in a cosmic dialogue that transcended words. The twists of reconciliation and understanding unfolded as Aeon Nexus, the arbitrator of cosmic equilibrium, sought to guide the multiverse toward a harmonious coexistence.

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.

She crossed to the altar, knelt, and ran her fingers just above the moonstone without touching it. Her hand jerked back. “Residue,” she whispered. “It’s the same energy that’s been whispering in my dreams. The spirits aren’t just watching anymore. They’re acting.” I looked at the altar—the one place Nikolai had quietly placed tokens of us: the moonstone he gave me the night we bonded, the vial of his blood mixed with mine from the first time we sealed the mark. “They didn’t touch it,” I said softly. “They circled it. Like a warning.”

“Final purge timer: five minutes. All systems… imminent failure.” I opened my eyes, gripping Kieran’s hands tightly. “Then we move now. No hesitation. No fear. Just a choice. Just defiance. Together.” He nodded, pressing his forehead to mine one last time before we surged forward, hearts, wills, and souls intertwined against the unstoppable countdown. The Newborn God absorbs a fragment of Death to stabilize reality but the pulse fractures further. The final battle has begun, and the clock is running out.

She knew that there was something else that Grendel wanted to show her, else, she wouldn't be here. Grendel waved her hands over the water, and it was there Lola saw her baby self being checked out by the fanged God who came to visit her. He was going to give her a gift. Lola watched as the fanged God stared at her for a while before he finally said words she didn't expect to hear. “She needs to be killed!” Before the show continued, Lola turned to ask Mrs Grendel. “is that the fanged God Nebulon?” She asked with raised brows, and when it was confirmed by Mrs Grendel though a nod.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

No need to get me started on demons because those little fuckers branched off into a twisted fucking family tree. Neo had his senses opened fully. Ever since our Demigod side awoke, our senses had gotten superpowered. The charge in the air changed, leaving palatable tendrils that pointed to the direction that they were. ‘Five miles North,’ Neo said, snarling in my mind. A wicked grin formed on my face as I took off in that direction. My aura was wrapped up tightly so that it would not alert them to my presence. They were the prey right now and would not realize it until I went in for the kill.

Everytime be drove,he would connect his phone with the car system and play songs by his favourite reggaeton band, CNC O. " You Know me best m CNCO will be performing tonight, i booked us a VVIP spot so that you can accompany me." He replied. It was his dream to watch his favourite band perform live on stage, so when he got a notification last night about their surprise concert,he couldn't stop himself from attending .

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.