Old Gods Novels & Stories

"The war between gods was always fated. They were never meant to share dominion forever. But we may still shape how it ends." Nyxar’s expression darkened. "By what? Gathering relics? Chasing broken bloodlines and forgotten pacts? The world bleeds while we search shadows for allies who may not even exist anymore." "They exist," Ekreth said firmly. "But most have gone to ground. Hidden in exile, some by choice, others by force." He paused, swirling his drink. "Do you know why the gods feared the Old Blood so deeply?" Nyxar exhaled through his nose. "Because we could stand against them."

"And you, Ryker, are not welcome here." Ryker's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, as his mind raced with the implications. "The ancient ones?" he repeated, his voice laced with skepticism. "You mean the old gods?" The girl nodded, her eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Yes, the old gods. The ones who have been forgotten, but still hold power." Ryker snorted, his expression dismissive. "You think you can summon them? You're just a child."

“And if the gods are right, more will follow.” That gets their attention. Nythor finally looks up from his pan. “The gods spoke to you?” “In a dream,” I say, lowering myself onto a rock near the fire. My stomach rumbles again, and Fenrick laughs as he tosses me a slice of meat. I catch it and start eating mid-story. “They called themselves the Old Five, Rootmother, Solon, Luneth, Virel, and Galeon.” Zarrk tilts his head, listening intently. Even Hadrian goes still beside the fire, his lion eyes watchful.

Sylvester tensed, recognizing her as a seer—a figure of reverence and mystery among the packs, rumored to carry glimpses of the past and future. The elder’s gaze fixed on them, though her eyes seemed to look beyond, as if she saw things invisible to others. “I am Nerys, of the old ways,” she murmured, her voice drifting like smoke on the breeze. “I’ve come to deliver a message.” Rayka’s curiosity piqued. While she was often skeptical of omens, she knew the power of prophecy among their people. Her voice softened. “Please, Nerys, tell us what you see.”

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

The old woman said to Susannah who was now surprised. "You mean, the gods had an elder sister?. It was recorded that they were only four gods". Susannah said to the old woman who laughed out loud. "Because Hestia wasn't among them. She has her domain and was never in any battle with her siblings. That was why it was recorded as the four gods. They were actually five". The old woman said to Susannah, who was now getting really bewildered. "Then how is this raging beast connected to Hestia?. I mean, is Hestia an evil goddess?". Susannah asked the old woman.

Thanatos asked, he planned to confirm everything now that he has already summoned the first level of Thaterean. “I don’t know whether I wanted to, I can’t even confirm my late actions,” Zhang Fei Fei said. “he must be a real adversary, I don’t know much about gods that existed before the other gods, but since he is capable of doing something like this, he should be, Lucifer, Satan, God the Creator level or slightly below” Thanatos said as the scythe slowly disperse with the Chariot, he seems to have already calmed down. “Is all the gods that existed before the older god this scary” Zhang Fei Fei asked.

these 'servants' could devour planets whole if they were at full strength. Some gasped, while other failed to believe their ears. Tarloh continued. "When Jane mentioned something about this 'Dark One' feeding on madness, it got me to thinking of a story I heard Olaf telling me once . . . a story that had been passed down in his own dimension for generations. Apparently the Elder Gods, in order to end the standstill, tried something new . . . they tried to form alliances against each other. But this caused a problem, because alliances require rules . . . they require some kind of order. Almost unwittingly, the Elder Gods gave birth to a new entity that would be their undoing.

asked an old man standing in the sky, his eyes fixed on the forbidden land's door. "Well, let's see. If this kid really has the key, there's no harm in fighting the whole world. Because maybe we can create a new god for this world!" said the old woman beside him with a smile and high hopes when mentioning gods. All the elders who were hiding now had one hope and one desire that had become their lifelong obsession: to reach a higher level called godhood. That was their hope. Perhaps everyone also hoped to become a god, especially in this world that had lost its direction.

she began, settling comfortably into the recliner before us. "When you say 'four elders,' don't tell me it's those damn..." I paused, not wanting to finish the sentence, but she interrupted me before I could. "My dear, the elders you speak of are not mere mortals. They are divine beings, the moon god and moon goddess of the highest magical realm. Five of them exist, each representing one of Earth's magical species. The most powerful among them is the moon goddess herself. Next, there's Lord Dracula, the ancient ruler of the vampires. Then, we have Lord Hitler, the fearsome elder of the dragons. Lady Muna, the graceful elder of the mermaids, and finally, Lord Damien, the formidable leader of