Old Gods Novels & Stories

it said, deep and ancient, “will awaken what was buried before time.” Travian’s breath caught. “That’s the Voice of the Primarch…” Soren frowned. “What’s that?” “The first god,” Travian said grimly. “The one even I don’t dare speak of.” A tear in the air split open behind them, swirling like liquid glass. From its depths, something vast stirred—a shadow crowned with stars, a being older than creation itself. Travian gripped his spear. “We need to run.” Soren shook his head. “You said gods don’t run.”

Nihareth turned his gaze to the growing flame. The relics swirled within, no longer divine—tainted. They bent to his will now. Their songs were rewritten, their purpose inverted. “I will light more Cultfires,” he said. “In every corner of the world. Wherever the old gods left their marks. We will erase them.” The sky above cracked with thunder. Something ancient howled beyond the clouds. “We will rewrite the divine.” A cheer rose, hesitant at first, then louder—chaotic, warped. Reverence laced with desperation.

I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands. He didn’t answer. Not right away. Because the answer was walking toward us. Towering, faceless figures with too many limbs, bones that clicked out of place and reformed every few seconds. Their skin writhed as if something underneath was trying to break free. They didn’t walk they crawled forward in jerks, like broken marionettes re-learning how to move. “The Ancient Ones,” Tharros said quietly behind me. “Gods before gods. Creators of death and hunger. They ruled before the Moon ever rose.”

It's already been a year. "Did you hear?" The old lady who was sitting across us said which grabbed our attention. "Someone booked the whole hill station to spend a night with his wife..." "I heard, I thought today's generation has forgotten the romance but Jesus..." The another lady chuckled. I blushed furiously and looked at Vlad who was already smiling. "I wish I would have get a man like that, lucky girl she is." She laughed. "I will call that man, a fool... Who couldn't worship your beauty, my lady..."

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s

The old wolf released Kael's arm and walked away, disappearing into the forest before Kael could ask any more questions. Torvin appeared at Kael's side. "What did he want?" "To warn me." "About what?" Kael watched the trees where the old wolf had vanished. "About an enemy older than Seraphine. Older than the moon." Torvin's face went pale. "That's not possible." "I hope you're right." --- Kael couldn't sleep that night. He lay in his tent, staring at the canvas ceiling, replaying the old wolf's words over and over. The ancient ones. The creatures who existed before the moon. The ones who created the Devourer.

Arriving at the office he meditates on everything Tania told him and complements it with what Karina told him, “8 years ago 2 angels applauded, according to Tania they have more strength than any of the gods, even the 3 great ones of Olympus. In addition, in a matter of strength, those of Olympus beat all the rest of us in strength, except the Nordics, the important thing is to discover how it is possible that there are other children and from which gods they will be descendants, ”Julius begins to investigate, Since for them the word angel only meant purity, take a book, "let's see this book about world religions and beliefs," when Julius begins to read it, he notices an interesting topic, "

Golden divine blood dripped onto the dark veins of the stone. "Lord of the Underworld, Hades." "I swear on my name as the Goddess of Wisdom. I offer you a soul contract." The dark veins erupted with dense black energy. A deep, rasping voice, cold beyond measure, echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride."

It was dark, twisted, and it made my skin crawl. "You truly don’t know, do you?" The voice continued, its tone dripping with amusement. "We are the old gods, child. The ones who were locked away, bound by the very ones you call your family." I shook my head, confusion and fear warring within me. "No, no... that’s impossible. The gods are myths. They're just... stories."

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r