Oblivion Gods Novels & Stories

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

🌍 Court of Earth - Stability, legacy, decay, unyielding will Lady Teryn Mossvale - a noblewoman with roots deeper than trees, known for speaking with stone Lord Garrik Mossvale - stubborn, brutal, carved from granite, his loyalty is only to the realm 🌬️ Court of Air - Freedom, thought, illusion, whispers Lady Elira Windthorn - laughs like a bell, cuts like a blade, master of illusioncraft Lord Thayen Windthorn - golden boy of the skies, but has secrets buried in clouded pasts 🌑 Court of Shadow - Secrets, pain, seduction, silence Lady Vireya Noxmere - rumored assassin, voice like silk over a blade Lord Zevric Noxmere - speaks in riddles, known for knowing everything, his loyalty is a myth

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.

Duties bound him here—even if every instinct screamed to leave. Without another word, Elysia vanished in a thunderous sonic crack, streaking across the sky toward the epicenter. The other Gods of War followed her immediately, tearing through the heavens one after another. The arena fell into stunned silence. Crystal Kirk gripped the railing tightly, her sharp mind racing. Pavan stood beside her, jaw clenched. They did not need divine senses to know that something was deeply wrong. When every God of War abandoned a tournament mid-judgment, it meant the scale of what had occurred was beyond mortal comprehension.

Iblis had a strange dream. In this dream, he was the God of Death, and his wife, Shamsiya Moore, was the Goddess of Life. Their first meeting was explosive. Literally. Separated by gender, the Gods and Goddesses in the Ethereal Realm lived in different regions. When they entered the Tower of Gods for the first time, they came from opposite directions. With every step, flowers bloomed at Shamsiya's feet, while the ones beneath his wilted to ashes. Butterflies and light fairies danced in the thick coil of her obsidian mane, as every living creature 10 feet within his radius succumbed to death.

"This part talks about the others. The things that came before angels and demons. It calls them 'the Dreaming Wounds.' Entities that were never supposed to wake." Lucian's spine straightened. "And one of them?" "Here." She tapped the page. A single word etched in jagged red ink: Nihareth. Lucian tasted the name in the back of his throat, like blood. Kairis turned another page, revealing an inked drawing: a crude sketch of a burning city, and a tall figure with hollow eyes standing amidst the flames. The glyph for Oblivion was scrawled above it. "The book says Nihareth was the last of the Wounds to fall asleep. He walked through the outer gates when the world was still forming. They say his b

“So, is this being the creator of everything?” “His name gives rise to the infinity of creatures and existing plans,” Elara added. “That's why there are sub-guardians of balance, like reclusive witches, the oracle who predicts the thread of life, and the gods with higher roles in creating their species.” “Everything is carefully, or at least it should be, created in a balanced way...” Morgana sighed. “The curse of the beast and all the deaths were not foreseen; the legend was not supposed to exist in this realm, but the rebellious gods wanted to be greater than the creator; they tampered with the structure of destiny, something forbidden.”

Every nightmare. Apophis, god of chaos. Lilith, the original she-demon. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Whiro, god of darkness. Lamashtu, child-devouring Mesopotamian terror. Gods. Demons. Monsters. Twisted relics of faith. The sheer evil in this room chokes the air, and if we had lungs, I doubt we could breathe. Loviatar hasn’t told us why we’re here. Just that this “meeting” will help restore our strength. She promised vengeance. I believed her.

“So is there no way in, or should we find a plane and fly straight there?” “It doesn’t work like that! The so-called interior does not refer to the mountains inside Helsby Mountain,” explained Blind Ivan. “There is a legend that there is an enchantment in the area.” “An enchantment?” Carwyn exclaimed. “According to the legend, there have been Gods on the earth before,” Carwyn said, surprised. “The Gods are capable of shattering and even creating space. The enchantment is the space created by the Gods.” “Do you mean that there is a space created by the Gods inside Helsby?”