Oh That's A Dead God Novels & Stories

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Then he makes a sound. Low. Short. Not a word. Something beneath where words live. The entire left flank folds inward like a hand closing. Maya’s grip tightens on the radio. Marcus makes another sound. Different. The formation opens. He is not relaying information. He is not telling them where the dead are. They already know where the dead are. Everyone with eyes, ears, or a functioning sense of doom knows where the dead are. He is doing something else. Something Maya has no useful word for.

" I ... I am so... so sorry... I failed you... I failed us... " She sat down in the ground crying in pain. Something terrible came over Helos. He stood there watching her as she moved without uttering a single word and then suddenly he began laughing. He was laughing crazy like a maniac. She looked up at him with eyes that looked genuinely puzzled. She saw the white in his eyes disappearing as he bent down to her level. " Is that the problem my dear? It's not even a problem anymore. I am the Lord of the deads. I can take and give life in the blink of an eye. "

“Well, you claim to be a God.” “It’s not a claim, it’s a fact,” I correct her. She rolls her stunning eyes at me, “Fine, you’re a God, but you mentioned another God, so how many Gods are there?” “Living?” I clarify. Her eyes open so wide they look ready to explode from the sockets, “Gods can die?!” she exclaims. “We are living beings just as you are. Though we are blessed with immortality, it does not mean we are unkillable, so yes, Gods can die,” I answer matter-of-factly.

she invited me to join her tea party goddess:- hi I am goddess of death don't just stand their come and join me me:- what is this place and where I am and I was in accident. let's forget that who are you goddess:- wait don't ask so many questions. let answer you first. yes you are dead. tell me why you haven't live your life properly. you are a boring person. this is a last level of heaven. I know it bueatifull. but you are here because according to our law. you get two options 1. spend your time her then reborn again and this cycle go on or 2. your dead friend tell me that see going to wait for you in second world. she was trapped in devil castle. if you protect her and reborn in that worl

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

Kayden. He spread my legs using his legs and enters inside of me. No! No! No! Help!!! Kayden Help!!!! “I’m also your mate Adellee. The God of Death make you mine the day that the Moon Goddess break the law of nature.” He said as he pound his c*ck inside of me. I cried as I feel him inside of me. I hate him. I hate the God of Death. I hate what is happening now. I feel dirty and disgusted as Kayden comes to my mind.