Scariest Gods Novels & Stories

Archfiend Antigonus's face gradually darkened. Morticia became nervous. A layer of cold sweat beaded on her beautiful nose. She lowered her head and said, "Yes." When she answered, Morticia was so scared that she almost could not kneel. Everyone was aware of the fiends' clear rule that no one was permitted to have a personal relationship with gods. If not, they would suffer harsh punishment. Fiends were forbidden to form a relationship with gods, let alone a human being, who they treated as mere ants.

To call them vane would be no understatement. "True but let's face it they're always quick to act when they feel threatened. And there's two things they feel threatened by. Gods of death, and demons. Christopher is one of them already! When was the last time you've heard of a pure demon? Now once he gets closer to becoming a full fledged god they will sense it, and they will want him dead for certain!" Alesia snapped. Generally killing another god was a difficult and cataclysmic event. The battles would shake both the heavens and earth. But there was one reason they especially would aim to end a god of death. That was the fact a god of death didn't just have control over life and death of mo

The Ushi-Oni or the gyūki, The gyūki was a monster whose appearance looked like a spider with an ox's head that sported long sharp poisonous horns, and razor-sharp fangs, each of its six legs had a single long claw that could slice through even the toughest of metals, and its forked tongue carried the force of a whip. It was a creature of nightmares. A monster that most gods assumed was mythical, a folklore legend, but the gods of the Underworld Kingdom knew better. A single Ushi-Oni could cause a sickness that would drain the lesser gods and goddesses of their souls and their divine gifts; it would then use those powers to unlock the hidden cells of the sub-princes of Hell; Astaroth, Maggot

He had heard some of the others at the community say that up above, there was a land of peace, love, and forgiveness for everything that humanity had done, and that everybody was welcome, except the pure, pure evil scum of the earth, like the Empire. At the time, Red_Two didn't understand that place, and went back to playing with his insects at the very edges of the grounds. He preferred the Ocean Goddess, listening to the stories, the Forest Goddess, and the Mountain Goddess in the distance. Red_Two was afraid of the Gods, the ones who controlled Death, Sleep, and Dream. He preferred the Goddesses. The Gods were scary, too strong and too violent. They caused the death of storms, brought for

I walk shakingly around to the table, seeing everyone wary also brought me on edge. I subconsciously take a step back from the table with the three most intimidating men I've ever seen, the arura radiating off them is dangerous enough to kill someone on spot. Especially the one sitting between the other two. He's a Greek God sent down to one earth to put chaos among women, No doubt he's specially made by God himself to place a second figure of himself on Earth for everyone to see.

Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front. “I am Chernobog,” the bone giant growls. “I am Sekhmet,” the lioness hisses. “I am Hel,” the half-skeletal woman says, her teeth clicking as she speaks. “We wanted you to know who’s sending you to your death.” Gods of death and destruction. Fantastic. They unleash their powers. Chernobog conjures spears from thin air, growing larger as they hurtle toward us. Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing.

Every nightmare. Apophis, god of chaos. Lilith, the original she-demon. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Whiro, god of darkness. Lamashtu, child-devouring Mesopotamian terror. Gods. Demons. Monsters. Twisted relics of faith. The sheer evil in this room chokes the air, and if we had lungs, I doubt we could breathe. Loviatar hasn’t told us why we’re here. Just that this “meeting” will help restore our strength. She promised vengeance. I believed her.

"You're such a liar, it's true that I shouldn't believe you." I grumbled as I looked at Aubrey walking ahead, for some reason, but Aubrey quite liked to be ahead of me no matter where it was but because when she was with me Aubrey always felt safe, that's why He is very confident as he moves forward. We are walking in the heart of hell, a dark hell that all humans do not wish to visit. After the encounter with Charon, I felt like I was no longer afraid of anything, going to hell was not so scary as in my imagination. I laughed, a few minutes ago we had a life-and-death fight with Charon and fell from a height that even I don't know how many meters to the bottom of hell. Actually, this is not

Luke chides in a harsh whisper, using my full name to repeat the warning. A loud crash makes us both jump. A vase perhaps? But it was too loud, too terrifying. I imagine the chandelier upstairs crashing, the roof of the building collapsing down with it as the wrath of an ancient god we’ve angered by being cowards descends on us. I imagine Thor with his hammer. I imagine Hades riding a chariot drawn by Cerberus. I imagine the statue of Ares outside on the fountain coming to life. I imagine Seth; the Egyptian god of chaos, hurtling a hurricane at us. And if there was justice left in the world, our father would be at the receiving end of a catastrophic wrath, for once.

the middle God Destroyer hissed, his voice dripping with venom, "your time as supreme gods is at an end. We, the Supreme God Destroyers, shall claim your power and make the werewolves our puppets!" The werewolves let out a collective gasp, their hearts pounding with fear and uncertainty. The Supreme God Destroyers were a force to be reckoned with, their power far exceeding that of any werewolf. The mere thought of them controlling the entire werewolf race sent shivers of dread down their spines.