Oh That's A Dead God Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat or maybe two as he said the word out loud. My lips parted but nothing came out. The air was rushing in and out of my nose but why did it feel like I was suffocating to death. "No." I weakly whispered. He nodded, "He is no longer there." He said, "So come back, you wouldn't have to hurt anyone. It'll just be you and me again." I didn't hear a thing he was saying. My mind going around and around over one little word. Dead. "NO!" I screamed. Anger, hot pure anger brimmed my chest as I marched forward, "You killed him!"

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!"

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

The sound is very small in the quiet. I stand in the corridor for a long moment. My hand is still on the latch. I can feel the cool iron under my palm, and I can hear nothing from inside the study, no movement, no sound, only the silence of a man alone with a photograph of his dead brother and a watch that is not his and an oath he swore at a grave in Palermo that binds him above anything he might otherwise feel.

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

Drake warn me and gave me a 'don't-you-dare-lie' look. Oh-Oh. This is bad. Really... really bad. Goodbye Philippines. Goodbye, Earth. Goodbye, universe. I'm sorry, but the goddesses in the world will lessen.

He turned it over, feeling the density. "It's heavier," Cord murmured. "The atomic structure is completely compressed. This isn't just iron anymore, Jace. It's a seed." "A seed for what?" I asked, struggling to stand. Kael reached out and grabbed my forearm, his immense strength pulling me upright. We supported each other, Wolf and Bridge. "The old network is dead," Cord stated, looking out over the ruined camp and then down into the glowing, mile-deep abyss of Shaft Seven. "The Tuning Forks were antennas. They sat on the surface and tried to shout into the dirt. The earth hated the noise."

"Ohhhh Jesus I'm dead!! She whispered. *******

Luka pov I follow Fenton’s steps, but I can’t stop his words from echoing in my mind. I know he’s talking about something, possibly explaining important details, but I can’t force myself to pay attention. Than claimed God is dead, and here is this man claiming God is lost. Not only that, apparently, God is a she. If I thought our life was messed up earlier, now, it seems like an entire rollercoaster ride. A wild one with loops and surprises no one could predict.

Her eyes are looking distant as she spoke. " Hera...tte" . . . . " The goddess of Death." And that's when the realisation hits Zander like a truck and suddenly his legs feel too weak to carry his weight. Dropping on his knees, he stared at the dead bodies and blood around him to shake his head a no. His lips trembled as he spoke. " No...this is not possible..nooo...." " Nooooooooooooooo!"