Neon Gods Novels & Stories

The fire sputtered, dimmed—and then Nalia screamed with effort, pushing her arms outward as flames spiraled into her skin and shot upward in a burst of controlled inferno. “Whoa,” Ben muttered, shielding his face. “She nearly flash-fried me.” Chelsea stood beaming. “She’s almost ready.” Nalia panted, smoke curling from her fingers. “That felt... insane.” “That was just the warm-up,” Chelsea said. Far above the mortal world, in a realm untouched by time, the gods watched in a pool of swirling silver mist within the Sacred Temple. Selene stood at the head of the circle, her moonlit robes shimmering with each breath of celestial wind. Around her stood the other deities: Dravion, Ignivara, Ysari

On the Flame. "We've got company," Neon's fractured voice said. "Lots of company." Through the ship's non-walls, I saw them. Entities that existed in nothingness. Paradoxical creatures that shouldn't be but were. Fragments of erased realities. Echoes of dead universes. All drawn to the Genesis Flame like moths to fire. "Defensive positions," Luna commanded. "Protect Riley and Aaron. They can't fight in their condition." The entities attacked. Solomon Grey threw spells that barely functioned in the Void. Neon tried to fight but his consciousness was fragmenting again, spreading apart. Luna maintained the network connection desperately, using it to coordinate our defense.

TIME: DAY 19 OF EXILE, 13:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 6 - THE NEON SQUARE. STATUS: RESPITE. The Neon Square was designed to be a monument to corporate invincibility. It was an expanse of flawless white marble and polished chrome, larger than four city blocks, bordered by high-end luxury boutiques and manicured, synthetic botanical gardens. Now, it looked like the staging ground for the apocalypse.

Neo-Vegas wasn't a city; it was a circuit board built of glass and sin. As we rode through the massive holographic gates, the air changed. The radioactive stench of the waste was replaced by the sterile, recycled air of a pressurized dome. Neon lights towered sixty stories high, not advertising casinos or hotels, but processing power. "UPLOAD YOUR DEBT," one sign flashed in blinding pink. "ETERNAL LIFE IN THE CLOUD," promised another in jagged green.

I needed to mix it up a little even I was getting bored. “Oh yes please,” the excited one shouted. “No me.” I looked over and one of the party had stood up. Fuck. He was the definition of sex on legs. His dark hair was cut short at the sides but a bit more on top, his jawline was sharp and strong. The eyes on this man nearly made me drop my knickers right there and then. They were black, mysterious and his neck tattoos were definitely doing it for me. I found myself blushing, I never found customers attractive but I’d have to blind to not notice him.

Cleopatra nodded and met Mariah's gaze absent-minded gaze, "I'm sorry for your loss." "Thank you," Mariah replied absently. If Will had indeed challenged and won, that would make her...a Luna. His Luna. The door swung open, and Syren entered, accompanied by a concerned Nebra and Neon. Mariah seized the opportunity to excuse herself. "When are we heading to the Human City?" Neon inquired, arching a brow. "As soon as Syren casts a protective spell on you," Cleopatra replied. Nebra interjected, "Neon isn't going."

Ashford waved his hand over his mouth and went silent. ***** ***** Neon held onto a bag containing food and opened the door to leave the palace. He could not keep staying there without Ashford. He was leaving and taking something for Luna too. "Where are you going?" Evelyn asked him. "Where is Ashford?" "I don't know where the Lord is." Noen lied. "If you don't, where are you going to?" Neon bit his lips, attempting to lie. He could not let her know where he was going; she was going to find out about Luna's identity, and Ashford was going to kill him. Neon made sure his thoughts were blocked so Evelyn couldn't read his mind.

I said as I pointed with the gesture of my hand towards the thunder-blasting bloke with a brazen glint and mocking smirk on my lips. ”… the mighty ruler of Olympus and Elysian Fields, the God of all Gods” mockery aimed at bastard evident in every syllable “…had found himself in a bit of pickle with God of War recently, and thus at the mercy of the God of Chaos, the master of all things unpredictable and wild. My dear cousin Nepenthern here asked for protection and had decided to give me the hand of his lovely daughter Noosha as a token of his appreciation and gratitude.” I heard the sound of his teeth clenching as I spoke.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Neon City, where people are always busy. Working in the day, having fun at night. Goldstone is where business mixed with pleasure. The tall buildings in the city center were something Charlie has never seen before, not in Bluebridge. Everyone traveled by motor vehicles, wide roads, street lights on every junction and corners. Giant billboards hung up in front and on top of buildings, showing familiar faces she'd seen in movies and televisions. The moment they arrived, they were greeted by the hustles and bustles of the city.