Old Gods Novels & Stories

“I did hear about it before!” The previous old man from the crowd once again uttered, “It’s said to be a true god. In fact, from the name of it, you can know how strong, powerful, and terrifying the combat prowess of the true god is. A level lower is semi-god, and the ultimate level is true god, naturally true god level is way more powerful than semi-god level!” “Haha! You’re so right, Mr !” The old man from America who was in charge of hosting the auction said, “We all know that after the war between America and Cathysia, Nine Great Gods of War are born and there is another existence above these Nine Great Gods of War, that’s the Supreme Warrior!”

Adding, "Daddy Joash, Papa Rudolf, Mom Jane, and Mom Leilani are all Jewish Christians from a chosen nation.” Olga mentions, as she can recall from her historical research, that she further adds, "Those supposedly ancient tribes from which Mom originated told me that the only true God for them was a god of magic and war. They understood that the entire galaxy was created by a single God. However, according to spiritual rebirth, or the renewed Christian, "God is one in three persons. The Father is the one who speaks the word, who is the son, and the spirit moves to fulfill what the word obeys when the Father speaks." Olga laughs, feeling a little amazed and in awe, but she affirms and declare

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Fuck You! Argh!.." Roaring, the God Of War, Nri Magu, felt frustrated then charged forward. He simply couldn't take it anymore, how could he allow this strange Bloody Red God to underrate him so much. Not only did the Red God discovered his cowardly plans to retreat, but the Red God also referred to him, a 'God Of War' as Little Ones. He didn't even stop there but went on to say that an Avatar of his Avatar, would kill him with just one breath. Even an ant couldn't be killed with just a breath, it was just too humiliating.

“Come with me.” She followed me into my study. I motioned for her to sit down when I saw she was waiting for me to ask her to sit. I loved the act. It showed she was raised well. I sat behind the desk and she sat across from me. “Is there a problem?” I asked. “Yesterday, an elder god appeared to me. He said something was coming for you and that I should warn you to be cautious.” The elder gods were gods who had retired. There was the council of blood (Vampires); the council of brew (Witches); the council of fire (Dragons); and the council of thieves (Griffins).

"The heir awakens fully now. Feel it, Lyra, the power to reshape worlds." Agony ripped through me, the child shifting unnaturally, as if ready to burst forth. Dorian raised the Oathblade high, aiming for Kael's heart. "For the new order!" But as the blade descended, a new rift tore open in the portal, not summoned by witches, but by something deeper. From it emerged a horde of ancient beings, forgotten elders of the shapeshifter hierarchies, their forms shifting between wolf, vampire and witch. "The old gods return," one intoned, eyes fixed on me. "The heir is not for you to claim."

“Yes, child. What you see is not an illusion. These people are real, even if they cannot see you. This realm exists. It is a creation of the Old God, the Supreme. This world is unique. Sacred.” Delilah slowly walked down the streets, taking in the beauty around her. Families laughing, friends talking, life pulsing through every corner. But beneath her admiration, an unease lingered. Suddenly, the skies darkened. The ground trembled. Delilah stopped. From the far end of the city, a monstrous figure emerged. Towering, grotesque, with eyes of molten fire and claws that tore through the earth like paper. Screams erupted. The beast moved with speed, swinging its massive arms, crushing buildings l

It would only shorten his odds of success in the end. “Gods have classifications. The classifications are in two forms. The kind of power the god possesses and its use, and the age and origins of the god. In terms of age, gods can be classified into Origin, Elder, or New Age Gods. Origin Gods are gods that have been around since the age of the Origin King. They are so called because no one knows their true age. Elder Gods are gods that may not have lived as long as Origin Gods but are definitely not young. They have lived for over two hundred million years. However, over the years people have grown to refer to some of the oldest Elder Gods as Origin Gods because most have forgotten their ori

I looked at the vampire, withdrawing my aura, just as everyone turned to him. “I’m not sure what I felt when I saw the curse appear... How can you talk about something without being sure? I didn't want to scare anybody any more than necessary.” Khalid sighed. “Yes, the Great Old Ones do exist, so to speak. The Gods didn't come out of nowhere... Nothing came out of Nothing... What humans know as the Big Bang Theory, is in fact known as the beginning of the age of the First Ones. After that came the age of the Gods. The Age of the Humans came with the First Great Wars... That doesn't mean that the First Ones died out.”

I ask. It doesn't really make sense and at the same time it makes the most sense. I can tell that Nia is on the same page as me now. "A long time ago the Gods and Goddesses gifted many species with Old Magic—relics of sorts. Almost every pack had them at one point but our world was wiped clean of those relics a long time ago. However, my grandfather had other theories about that and about our species," Tony goes on. It is full of folklore and tales of times that have been much forgotten about. It makes me think how much we leave behind, often leaving nothing but a memory that dies along with the last of those who felt it.