Oni God Novels & Stories

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

There was a hollow place in the prospector's belly, but he forced himself to ignore it. "I was sent by God, to assist with your mission, and to smite the Thraki down". "Define 'smite'". "To kill them". "Good. Who or what is God?" Jyro glanced around and took the plunge. "God is my description for that which created you". The Hoon compared the claim to data on hand. "There is no evidence to support what you say". Jyro felt a sudden surge of confidence. "And there is none to contradict what I say, either".

Or he is something completely different from Pagan gods? “You are wondering if I am a pagan god?” Wezhira smiles slowly approaching Gurudza. How did he know that I am thinking about that? Is he reading my mind? Gurudza ponders on his thoughts. The power that he has is dense. “Trouble your mind no more, young prince, I shall tell you who I am! I am a young god who appeared in this world, created by three of the four most powerful infinite beings in existence and sent from the heavens.”

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

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.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

Greyson mutters, George nods, “Do we know anything about what this God is the God of?” He looks at Chick, who seems thoughtful, “I know they’re a Shifter God, but I’m not sure which one. There are a few, and most people don’t refer to any of the Gods by name. The Goddess that I’m in contact with probably knows, but doesn’t want to tell me, she’s also a Shifter God. It’s all very confusing with the various pantheons.” Chick rolls their hand, “I’m sorry I can’t give you more, but maybe you’ll get more out of the Goddess than I did.” Celine nods and looks back at the figure.

His fangs dripped with an otherworldly venom, and his claws, capable of rending the earth itself, twitched with an insatiable bloodlust. Across from him stood Alex, the revered clan leader of Gaia, a beacon of hope and resilience amidst the chaos of the impending apocalypse. Her aura shimmered with the iridescent light of The god of crystal, the eight-tailed supreme god, a being of immeasurable power and benevolence. Her eyes, like pools of molten crystal, reflected the unwavering determination of a protector, ready to sacrifice everything to safeguard his people and the world they held dear.

He took a second look around to observed the burnt and charred, broken earth, then he surmised that it was the 'strange red creature' that set him free. "Thank you for releasing me. My name is Nri Magu, and I'm the God Of War. what may I call you?" even, when this Nri Magu spoke, the sky rumbled and resonated with his voice. Yet, His face was pale, because he was gravely injured and was not at the peak of his powers. In fact, he had been dying slowly. "Hmm... The creature calls himself the 'God Of War,' what an unusual title." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure murmured aloud ignoring the 'God of War's courtesy. And mocked with a sarcastic tone, he obviously didn't take Nri Magu seriously.

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