Poison Gods Heritage Novels & Stories

I looked at our family, broken, rebuilt, forged in blood and obsession, and smiled. The hidden heir had become the mother of legends. The Reaper had found his equal. And together, with our children, we would face whatever came next. The underworld would never be the same.

I said slowly, “I am working with his base.” “Yes.” The newborn god nodded once. “Your alignment may be activating the original design.” The words settled heavily. “So this is not about jealousy,” I said softly. “No,” Death replied. “It is about inheritance.” Kieran’s voice grew sharp. “She is not his heir.” “Not by choice,” Death said. The ancient signature spread another layer through the structure. I felt it reaching toward the succession decree. “It is reassembling,” the newborn god whispered. “How?” I asked.

Leo continued, stepping closer to the Mother-Alpha, "you’re taking that virus into your ship. You’re taking 'Stubbornness,' 'Grief,' and 'Rebellion' back to your 'Pure' world. In ten generations, your Ancestry won't be gods anymore. They’ll be just like us. They’ll be 'Wild'." ​The Standoff of the Gods ​For the first time, the peace in Aethel’s eyes flickered. She looked at Leo’s amber-white arm, seeing the jagged, unrefined edges of his power. She saw the "Human-Variable" that couldn't be coded out. ​"You would poison the well of your own creators?" she whispered. ​"We’re Vanes," Leo shrugged. "Poisoning the well is our family tradition."

“When one heir dies, fragments pass into the next.” Cold spread through Eleanor’s chest. No wonder the grief felt inherited. No wonder the rage felt ancient. Every heir carried the suffering of those before them. Accumulating. Generation after generation. Alaric closed his eyes briefly. The bond flooded with emotions too tangled for Eleanor to separate: horror, understanding, and beneath both— Relief. Because finally his pain made sense. The woman beneath the mountain spoke softly: “The gods feared death would weaken the weapon.” The tallest god’s expression sharpened.

"My grandfather once told me about the Neraidas who were devoted to their Master and waited for the Master's arrival to the island. You are a pure bloodline of the Goddess Eleanor, the only god who had a demi-human child with her husband, Vasilias. Because of the goddess' love to her son, she asked Neraidas who served the god to protect her son who lived on earth and all his descendants from calamity. Therefore, the kings who ruled Lithonia could only die sick after their power was passed on to their son who would become the next king. That means You can't die before passing your power on to your descendants!" "But, what if I am killed? Can I not die?" "I don't know about that, but there's a

As time passed, they both got comfortable and less awkward around each other. It surprised Creed to know that Mira Decker was also from one of Monarch Families, just like his friend Jake. But Mira's family was from a clan called 'God's Heritage'. God's Heritage was also one of the top 10 clans among humans similar to 'White Clan'. Both clans were at the apex of humanity. Surprisingly, Member of the Clan God's Heritage was not famous for being very strong in their chakra manipulation, but they were famous for the strength with artillery and ordnance. The firepower and weapon-based mastery they possessed were almost heaven defying. They were called the weapon-specialists.

The nation was waiting for the new president to take charge of the affairs of the country. Prince Lukonde, an ex-regiment officer was pulling the strings at the Heroes Stadium. There was specific timing for every move he was to make in conformity to the natural law of justice. His initiator had labored to explain to him the Hindu belief of Karma until he saw it in clearest view and appreciated this part of the doctrine. Subi was not going to be the president for nature could not allow it. Therefore, the Insaka tasked the ex-soldier to find the best way of reintroducing the past into the young woman’s present. Though at first it was not an easy thing for to do, because of the amount of inform

“Is it . . . are . . . are you some kind of mutant? Is that what your school is for?” Eliza scoffed and rolled her eyes; James laughed under his breath as if the woman before him was a bit off her rocker. But Blakeney only grinned disarmingly. “No. Not at all. My school is for the descendants of the gods and goddesses you read about in Greek mythology. Only it wasn’t a myth. You and your son,” he continued on without waiting for any comments, “are descended from Poseidon and Thetis. We know this because, Rebekah, your paternal greatgrandfather was a son of Poseidon. Maternally, you have the blood of Thetis in your veins. Christian’s father has a similar bloodline which is why Christian’s lat

"You see whoever shot you must be trained, well trained to make that long shot, he or she knew that no one would get in the way of that arrow except you, and the moment it hit you He or she had to flee saving herself or himself from misfortune"The Nurse explained with her eyes dilated, she was scared, I guess she didn't want anyone's to know that she told us about it. "Where's the poison from?" Emily inquired, always being inquisitive. She loved research, and if asking questions was the best way of digging up more information, then so be it. "It's an ancient poison made by gods to punish mortals who wanted to be like them, sometimes the gods uses it on their fellow gods who are greedy or com

“Oni, I pray to the ancestors that we are doing the right thing. Would they accept a girl born of mixed blood? They would acknowledge the lycan side of her but your magic runs through her as well. We don’t know much about the Americas, will she truly be safe?” “She’ll meet them there and she will be safe, we will also send guards with her. They can not refuse us due to her heritage steaming from two powerful noble blue bloodlines, she is above them.” “We will decline again and stick to the plan! I love you my love …” Oni smiled and whispered her love back to her husband but that smile soon faltered when her daughter's hand caught her attention while going for her third cupcake … The God of W