Noragami Gods Novels & Stories

“I just got off the phone with Creed. We’ve got a bigger problem than we thought.” Orion steps inside, closing the door behind him. “What kind of problem?” “The kind that involves ancient fucking deities,” I reply, setting the glass down with a little more force than necessary. “Ever heard of a Goddess named Marle?” Orion frowns, shaking his head. “No. Should I have?” “Apparently she’s tied to Creed’s lineage,” I explain, feeling the frustration bubbling up again. “And according to Seraphine, she’s the reason the entity in Morana can’t be removed.”

Ragnor’s entire body stiffened beside me, his fingers flexing as if holding back the urge to lunge at her. Nancy stepped closer, her voice razor-sharp. “You’re interrupting a sacred ritual, Lady Seraphine. Leave before you embarrass yourself further.” Seraphine barely spared her a glance. Instead, her eyes locked onto mine, her smile almost pitying. “Oh, darling, don’t look so surprised. Did you really think this moment would be free of obstacles? The Moon Goddess loves her little tests.” A muscle in Ragnor’s jaw ticked. “Seraphine, I swear—”

In my deep sight, I watched the global map ignite. The signal hit the steam pipes of Aethelgard, turning the city into a massive, glowing beacon. It hit the Tuning Fork in the Jagged Spine, harmonizing the frozen miners. It raced across the ocean, instantly connecting with Elias’s silver band, flooding the founding ground with the profound, staggering gratitude of a healed species. It was a closed, infinite loop.

“The… Moon Goddess? The one that apparently created werewolves?” “The one who broke her natural laws to create us, yes,” she corrected. “My great-great grandmother, Aria, had been the one to originally discover her dirty laundry. Turns out that making a sub-species of humans breaks whatever contract she had with the new Gods for neutrality. It’s how Aria bargained for Myra to be brought back to life. Blackmail, if you can believe it.” “This is a lot…,” I said, struggling to follow.

Chaos remembered that in the past he remembers seeing candles in the room where he was, but now there were no candles, it was just darkness. "And that's pretty much what Orcs are… I think they pray to a pair of twin gods, who represent Orcs and Goblins, but I don't know much else. Master Ainz was never interested in Orcs and only saw them as lowly insects," chuckled Belphegor. "Why are they coming here then?" asked Chaos. He didn't intend to not eat the Orcs, he was merely curious. "Oh, that's because Master Ainz once stole their treasures, the Totem of their Gods, and used them as alchemy materials to craft your heart, my lord," said Belphegor.

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.

She trailed off thinking of how confusing that would sound to him. “Some people worship other Gods and sometimes Goddesses,” she added trying for clarity. “Like, the Goddess of Fertility and Harvest, or God of the Water or Wind… That’s what the Order of the Nexsis are against. They want their God and the way that they worship him to be the only god and the only way.”

"And you're no help, by the way." Damon pushes away from the books, coming over to stand where I stand, pulling his sleeve up to reveal a bare forearm. "I took an oath, to never speak about the Moon without causing myself great pain." Sure enough, his arm is entrenched in magic. I can see, in raised bumps, a pattern stained red, spelling out words in another dialect, patterns I've seen before, but only in my dreams. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen.

Like everyone else, the eight members of the Nine Saint Oracles thought that Rogart was going to deal with the Elysium Gate Sect. Rogart took a deep breath. "Xenia, Yennie. Don't forget who you are. You are the Nine Saint Oracles from the Godly Region, so you have to obey the rules of the Godly Region. Also, I never said I was going to fight the Elysium Gate Sect. Why are you getting all riled up?” Rogart spoke calmly, but his tone never lacked intimidation. ‘Not going against the Elysium Gate Sect?’ Xenia and Yennie relaxed after hearing Rogart.

Moving towards the north of the troops were the archers who moved behind boulders and other obstacles previously set up by lower-ranking soldiers where they will shoot burning arrows at them thereby slowing down the enemy army. Octavius looked up and with the powers given to him by Ashterah he saw the war goddess rise above the entire army, her golden quiver slung over her shoulder to her back filled with golden arrows, her golden bow was set firmly in her hands. Beside her was her half-brother Nukis god of destruction ready with his thunderbolts, a power given to him by his father Robos; Horoda, goddess, and ruler of powers under the earth with her golem army set to rain heavy blows on the