Old Gods Novels & Stories

Mottled with anger, I was about drawing Ọ̀she when a sense of forbear warned me of the approach of a being of power. “Greetings great sage.” Ogun ignored me to welcome Orunmilla the Orisha of wisdom. The elder god has taken the form of a very old man appareled in silken cotton thrown over a shoulder toga like, his mane of hair and beards as white as corn meal, he watched us both with deep ancient eyes filled with reproach. “The elders says the sky is wide enough for birds to fly without collision, but alas how the two of you manage to clash constantly baffles me.

And when we touched hands— The world shattered. I was no longer in the ruins. I was nowhere. And everywhere. The shadows travelled, morphing between shapes, between worlds. What lay above me was not a sky, but a thundering, living canopy, vibrating with the burden of something too mighty, too ancient. And then— I saw them. The Old Ones. They weren’t monsters. They weren’t demons. They were beyond comprehension, their shapes too large, too infinite, too mutable to make sense of. Their voices weren’t voices at all, but ghosting of unmade things, of unwritten stories, of power kept on lock for too long.

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.

I was different, if it existed I could conjure it up. I think that's why I was able to fall in love with Luther. Gods could only be with there own kind. There was some rules though. Neutral god that weren't good nor evil could be with whoever they wanted but a god like The god of light could only be with light or neutral gods. A God like The God of War could only be with evil or Neutral gods. It was about balance.

To them I was just a pawn and since I was diagnosed as an omega, all of my future plans would have 'being sold' in common. That was pretty much the fate of omega borns like me. When you are born an omega, you have only two choices. Omegas could give birth to dominant alphas, be it Male or female. That's why we're wanted by the elites to carry out their legacy of alphas from their clan.

αυτό που έχει χτιστεί θα καταστραφεί και η ανθρωπότητα θα τρέμουν στο φόβο όμως μέσα από το σκοτάδι θα ανέβει και τα στοιχεία θα συγκρούονται Ἰάκωβος Ὀλυµπία At the dawn of the third millennium after the great division a child will be born upon which the fate of the world will rest mountains will crumble, seas will roar, fire shall reign down from the heavens as the children wage war what has been built will be destroyed and mankind will tremble in fear yet through the darkness, he will rise and the elements will collide He didn’t understand why he’d been asked to read this. “Um. Okay.”

The broken runes still glowed faintly on the ground, magic dissipating into the air like smoke. "The Old Court didn't just create vampires," he said. His voice was measured, careful. "They created the war between vampires and humans. Deliberately. As a distraction." "A distraction from what?" "From what they were really doing." Cael knelt, touching the broken seal with one pale hand. "Two thousand years ago, the Old Court wasn't just a ruling class. They were researchers. Scientists of magic. They were trying to create something—a ritual that would make them into gods. True gods, with power over life and death itself."

Found more bodies. Discovered evidence of a hastily abandoned camp. Found claw prints on structures that were too high for any creature to reach. And they found a message. Carved into the wall of the old general store. THE OLD ONES WAKE. THE SEAL BREAKING WAS JUST THE BEGINNING. Clara felt her blood run cold. "The old ones?" "I have heard stories," Marcus said slowly. "Legends. About creatures that existed before Silverbloods. Before the first packs. Things that were sealed away so long ago most thought they were myths." "But they are not myths," Clara said. "No. They are not."

Nyx asked like I had any idea of what was happening. “I don't know, but I can take a wild guess.” I growled, getting off the bed. It was already 9AM. I wore my battle clothes, and Jephta's voice came in through the mind link. “Alpha…” he said. “What's going on, Jephta?” I asked. “The goddesses and their armies are coming, and this time, they're coming with a very full force,” Jephta said. “Why do I get the feeling that that's not all?” Nyx asked.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast