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THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

It then began, in golden letters: "Alpha Levi and Micha, long time. With the questions in your heart, I guess Eloise did have a son." Levi then said: "Questions in our hearts? Can you hear what our heart says?" It replied: "Yes, I can. I thought you already knew that." Micha exclaimed: "Wait, what! You can read our minds?" The book replied in golden letters: "I am sure you are not here to talk to me about something like that, What are your most important questions?" Levi cleared his throat and said: "About the arch-demons that Roosevelt has, how does he intend to use them?"

Since they were unarmed, they were left with just one option, "Run!" The guard rang the alarm, and voilà, the whole of Egypt were running against them with spears in their hands. The Time Gods had actually stolen the Pharaoh's must cherished possessions, and could not go scot-free. Now it was easy to quickly run back through time, but they couldn't. This was because, if they did, they would change history — and as in most cases — cause a new form of worship of gods coming in the form of men to steal gold. So they had to run zigzag to avoid getting pierced by the overhead spears. They dudged and ducked, running their limbs out, till they were able to get into the woods. There, out of sight fr

Seeing the fallen book, I leaned forward to pick it up. It wasn’t a learning material but a novel. Looking at the book title, I was hooked by its name. “BRIDE OF THE SEVEN GODS,” I uttered the title and then turned the book over in search of the author’s name. But I couldn’t find it. It seems like it wasn’t written on the cover. “Anyways, it sounds interesting. Let me just have a sneak peek.” I hurriedly find a secluded corner to sit in. I opened the book pages, ready to read when something unknown suddenly hit my head and I passed out in the aftermath. “Aww.” I sat up groggily, rubbing the back of my head the moment I regained consciousness. “Have I truly been jinxed or is today meant to be

After thirty minutes of standing there and remaining ignored, she was forced to take his advice and leave but not before telling him her plans. “Since you rejected me, do not blame me when I send you clips of me having my holes pleasured by another man more capable.” "Tsk. What’s new? In the end, they would always be half the man I am. Besides, I am a god, what do you expect? And a sex god at that, no one can please you like I do which is why you cannot seem to get enough and would always come back.” Seeing how defeated he made her feel, she turned away and disappeared through her portal.

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."