Scariest Gods นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Shadows twisted unnaturally around them, curling along the walls and floor. Emily's lantern caught a figure at the far end of the room—a mummy, perfectly preserved, its wrappings decorated in gold, and most strikingly, a jackal-headed mask staring back at them. "Is that… a king?" Eric asked, his voice tight. Caleb shook his head slowly. "Not a king." Ivana's breath caught. "Anubis?" she whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the jackal-headed form. Emily shivered, stepping closer. "Isn't he a god?This… this is beyond anything we imagined.Why would a god be buried"

“You…,” Saraya tried to speak, but her voice cracked, and no words came out. Her throat felt tight, her chest heavy, as if the air around her had thickened into something suffocating. She had always despised Thomas—the man she had known for years—but now, knowing he was Hector, the God of the Demon World, a new level of horror struck through her. The fear was icy, relentless, crawling into every nerve, yet it mingled with an even sharper edge: betrayal.

I paused to take a drink of water. “What does all this have to do with me?” Ryder asked. “You shouldn’t exist. You are a supernatural being, handcrafted by the goddess Selene and the God Typhon. The amount of power that you radiate right now has many of the Gods on edge, including Zeus. They fear if you grow any stronger you can use this power in a negative way, and you may cause the balance to be disrupted. Also, some lower-level Gods fear that your power could surpass even theirs. Right now, they are the ones who we need to worry about the most. They want you dead.” With those words Luca growled. Anger rolled off him in waves at the thought of someone targeting his Alpha prince. Luca start

"A message came for you." Kratos raises his eyebrows, staring at the brown-haired slave with trembling hands as he holds the small piece of parchment. That kind of paper is expensive, who sent it? Fear mixed with hunger and weariness, the filth employed in every corner of the slave's skin, the lifeless eyes; this is the image Kratos and everyone else enjoy seeing in humans. They're filthy rats, which is nothing special, but they feel great. Garbage, they think only because they are creatures of Zeus. Kratos hated the gods. The main ones are Selene, Hades, Triple and Zeus. Before the books, they were the creators of the terrestrial races.

When the gods went to war, in the midst of the war of the gods, when the bat men and the wolf men took sides separated by the beast men who were represented by each of the gods of ancient Egypt. The gods allied themselves and opted for one side, when in the midst of the battles, which followed when the gods went to war, between their soldiers of the armies of the underworld, in which SOCARÍS, in which also known as Sokar, Seker or Sokaris was a god and one of the oldest gods in the Egyptian pantheon, fought in the midst of battles, when several men were slaughtered. As more people and soldiers among the beast men and lycanthropes, Socaris used his powers to bring back the bat men, they were

“He’s not angry anymore, Mom. He’s… tired. But there’s something else. He’s scared.” That made my blood run cold. “Scared of what?” Damon’s eyes glowed brighter, his voice soft as wind. “The gods.” For a long time, neither of us spoke. The air hummed louder, like a heartbeat trembling on the edge of panic. Finally, Damon whispered, “He said they’re watching us now. All of us. He said balance has a price, and the gods don’t want to pay it.” I pulled him close, heart pounding. “You don’t have to worry about them, sweetheart. Your father and I will—”

Eyes—if they could be called that—ignited one by one across its surface, dozens, then hundreds, glowing like fractured stars. Seraphine staggered to her feet, blood streaking her temple. Her voice cracked. “That’s not… that’s not a god.” Jayden’s shadows recoiled against his will, pulled toward the monstrous being as if it were gravity itself. He grimaced, forcing them back, but sweat dripped down his face. “No. That’s what’s behind the gods. The hunger they chained.” Aelin’s sword, still burning, trembled in her grip. For the first time, true fear ran through her like ice. She had faced death, betrayal, prophecy, but this—this was something that should never have touched the mortal world.

The gods seated in the grand circle exchanged wary glances, their celestial forms radiating conflicting emotions. Athena, her golden armor gleaming, leaned forward. “They sent those creatures to take over Avery’s body.” Her voice was grave, her stormy eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “And those were just the zero-level demons. What happens if they unleash higher-level ones? Aethoria will be in grave danger.” Ares, the god of war, scoffed. “The girl is lucky to still be breathing.” His voice was laced with impatience, his crimson aura flickering ominously.

I stopped moving so he had to pull me forward. "Relax you can't show fear baby otherwise they will use it against you." He said to me. It made me more scared. I started crying. I watched as we passed Tod and Misera The Goddess of misery, anxiety, grief and depression. They both looked ready for war. We're we about to fight. Meridith The Goddess of Time and Lexus the Goddess of Unbreakable laws just gave me a smile that was anything but reassuring. As soon as we walked next to Aries the God of war dread hit me. I was his queen and l had to act strong but it was impossible. What could I possibly do? I was too scared to lift my head up.

“A time when gods still walked among mortals.” Aria felt a chill run down her spine. “Gods?” Lucian nodded. “Not the ones you hear about in stories now. Not kind, merciful deities watching from the heavens. These gods were…” He hesitated, searching for the word. “Hunters. Predators. They didn’t just watch humanity—they fed on it. On worship. On fear.” Aria’s fingers tightened against her arms. “And you… were part of that?”