Oh That's A Dead God Novels & Stories

He wondered if they lived the kind of life where they played and sang and did normal things after he was finished obsessing about dead children. “Don’t give up.” He stopped drumming. Her gaze pinned on his like a holiday brooch. “Don’t give up,” he said again, and the gravity in his voice gave her something. Hope. Fire. Something. Whatever it was, it nourished her and fed the frenzy that was swarming in her head. “You asked about DNA.” His voice was telling her that he was speaking in layers. Words under words. Meanings twined in and out. This is important, his voice was telling her, although his actual words were benign.

I shout out to the god in my head and it just laughs out loud. “You wanted power. I gave you power!” The god says. Everyone is dead. there’s no one left. All the magic, all the witches. all of them are gone. The deity sucked the very magic and life out of them. All in minutes, “This is not what I wanted!” I say with a shriek. “Yes it is. What did you think would happen? I am the deity of greed. I am always hungry. I constantly need to devour. You wanted power and now you have the power of all the witches you just killed.” The deity taunts me.

After getting my receipt and card back, we headed back to the car and started our drive back to town. “Si, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s nothing bad, I promise, you can talk to your dad and brother about this. You can also go to my dad or my siblings. Okay?” “Okay.?” She says, sounding confused. “Remember this afternoon and Preston talking about the God Arawn?” “Yes, the God of the dead, who rules Annwn.” She says, again sounding confused.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

Maxine Shepard in a grave yard. “No.” He smiled. Damn, why do Gods have to be extra hot and spicy? Okay, Max think of Zayn. Think of Zayn. “I can read your mind, I just want to make it clear.” “Oh no,shit.” I cursed. I don’t know if it matters or if he kills people who curse but I just did. I am so dead, Hera,where the fuck are you. “Sit , Max.”

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

I grimaced, and wiped my hands on my jeans. “In case of what, yeh arrogant shit?” “There’s a God. Beg Him to forgive you, because one way or the other, you will die tonight.”