Old Gods Novels & Stories

All the attention in the room turned to that fat, clumsy man who shrugged his shoulders as soon as he saw all those eyes on him. "What would you say?" asked the lord beside Athelstan. "Well... I... um." He turned imploringly to the other priest who surely had more experience than he did. The thick-bearded priest shook his head and addressed Athelstan directly. "We don't know all the details about... these events. The Olds Men are those who protect the secrets of the world," he began to say. "The Olds Men are no longer here," said the king, "but you are here, so speak."

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

We all said in unison. He lets out a heavy breath. “We have two oracles in our pack that just recently came in to their powers. They have told me they have seen an impending war coming our way. They can’t tell me why or when it’s starting let alone who is behind it. If anything, I think that is the reason behind the breach today.” “Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Asked Sean, the lead warrior. “I planned on it but I wanted to talk to them a little more first but things came up and I wasn’t able to.”

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

"And Veda... she brought the others back from the brink with nothing but simple heat and the old ways. If the Council used science to tie these knots, maybe the old magic is what we need to cut them." Jax’s breathing began to level out, though he still looked as if he were carved from ice. "Veda," he repeated. The name of the ancient pack elder acted like a cooling balm on his frayed nerves. Veda wasn't a medic; she was one of the Old Ones, a permanent fixture on the Elder Council. She had seen the rise and fall of Alphas for more generations than most cared to count. While the world moved toward computers and synthetic splicing, she remained anchored in the primal truth of their kind. Even

The old gods were watching. First, they sent a plague. But my immortal body was immune. Then they sent famine, and the humans suffered twice. Finally, they sent a champion. A warrior of light, blessed with strength and speed. They were the instrument of my doom. Leading an army of mortals, the battle was legendary. Legions of my followers lie dead. Legions more had fled. Humans were in an uproar, murdering whatever of my kin they found.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

Her sharp tone and biting words causes Alette to jump in place, nearly causing her to plummet to the desk from the scare. “There are rumors that the old Gods are involved in what is happening in the Vampire Realm.” Alette sucks in a steadying breath. “Some believe they are after the Wolf Queen, and not in a good way.” Titania leans back in her chair, her right hand moving up to stroke her chin as she mulls that over. The old Gods have not taken an interest in anything outside of Mount Olympus for a very long time. The last time being when they stepped in and helped lock up Lucifer so he could not unlock the Fae Realm.

There were also a few books on magic and the occult, their pages filled with strange symbols and diagrams. Cole's grandfather had clearly been a man of knowledge, a seeker of hidden truths. Lila wondered what he had been like, what secrets he had uncovered in his long life. She opened one of the books at random, her eyes falling on a passage about the Old Ones. It described them as ancient beings of immense power, creatures of shadow and darkness that had existed since the dawn of time. They were drawn to places where the veil between worlds was thin, and they sought to exploit those weaknesses for their own purposes.