Poison Gods Heritage Novels & Stories

To ensure their disciples obtained more boons in the new universe, they handed them their Chaotic Treasures. As such, a few prodigies in the new universe had Chaotic Treasures with them. Even a Macrocosm Ancestral God would be tempted by two Quasi Chaotic Treasures, let alone Quasi Ancestral Gods. Moreover, Henrik appeared to be significantly weakened and drained of energy. Another prodigy was unwilling to let this chance slip. He took out an Ancestral Herb and a new round of battles ensued. The battles against Henrik raged on unceasingly atop the mountain.

Seraphina's eyes narrowed. “This isn't natural poison.” She murmured. “Who made this?” “As far as we know, it is linked to an ancient dark god, Zerathos, that the rebels are working with.” Ava explained. I realized that I needed to spread word about Zerathos to all the packs so that they would know what we have discovered so far. “Can the poison's effect be cured?” Ava asked. Seraphina was silent.

“I’m not a daughter born in moonlight. I was… crafted.” A heavy silence fell. Kaelan, summoned by their desperation, stepped forward. His pale eyes burned with grim understanding. “The Mark of Ash is not just legacy, it’s design. You were the final spark in a prophecy written by gods who crave destruction.” They poured over the codex together. Fragmented prophecies hinted that the dark gods engineered a line of hybrid champions; half-mortal, half-void, to usher in an age of chaos. Selene’s line had suppressed these truths, weaving a façade of pure Moonborn heritage. But Nyra’s birthmark, the Black Feather talisman, the twin’s hidden upbringing, all were threads in an ancient tapestry.

“There are many gods, some above the others, and there are more forgotten than there are known. I’m sure you have noticed that in our sanctuary we do not discriminate, as long as your intentions are good and just.” “This chosen one has a dormant gene, the blood of the first werewolf born, and the genes of the first Lycan, she also carries the blood of gods. The genes run strong in her DNA. Genes that have sat dormant for far too long. She will be bigger, stronger, and faster than any other shifter to roam this realm. She is young Hunji and she needs a protector. A disciple of the moon goddess. Things will come to pass one day, and she will need to be ready. As I have said before – history ha

“Two weeks... But that's not all; you actually died. You were dead for a day. The process of the poison breaking down in your weak and pregnant body took your life.” I blinked at her, unable to make sense of what she was saying. “What are you talking about? If I died, then how am I still here?” Hera shook her head before sighing yet again, “I couldn't save you because I had already set up a barrier to save the children, and during those moments of your death, I noticed something incredible that made me realise something.” Hera moved closer to sit at my feet, then licked it before saying, “Your children have powerful blood flowing through their veins, and I think it's because their father is

“We have believed what our ancestors have told and followed the steps that lead us nowhere. Mistakes are for the mortals, but forgiveness is for the divine. The hatred and enmity that we all face today has been seeded centuries ago within our population by our own goddess. The one who we looked up to as our mother and nourisher. But have we stopped and thought for a second that if she truly is our well wisher, then where does she disappear when we need her the most?” Once again, the gathering united at Edith’s serene tall. “The truth is what had been hidden in the crust of the very world we live in for ages until it was discovered and a whole another truth of our existence came to life. A tr

They walked into a large hut which was covered with green vines, many exotic and medicinal and different range of colors of plants. The front door was slightly opened and Erza who was in front of Atarah walked in. "Olga, I brought the herbs." Erza said with a singing voice as she dropped the basket on the ground, along with other plants. "Oh, thanks you so much. Dear." Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver.

"Just imagine for a moment. Group Azure was built with your parents' hard work, this house can't just magically appear, right? It was built, right, Fathia? And then... you have to hand it all over just because you want a peaceful life? I'm not blaming your decision. Not at all. If I were you, I'd want peace too. I wouldn't want any tragedies like this." Fathia pursed her lips. "I'm alone, Fathia. My parents have been dead for a long time. They left me some money, not much, but I have skills. Until I could open a shop." Jess took a slow breath. "My heart would ache if, in my old age, my child, who should be enjoying the fruits of my young labor, is struggling to make ends meet. While my legac

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”