Seth Godin Linch Pin Novels & Stories

“The Harrid Beast?” “Isn't that a myth?” “It is, but it's not also. Everyone I've chased down there never comes back.” Lincoln said. “So, all we have to do is chase him there, and you're fine.” He added quickly. “You know what? I'll just think about these things.” I sighed. Seth is annoying me without doing anything, and even if it's a tiny pull of the thin threads of patience I have left, Lincoln might just have to do his psychopathic work.

Far from it even, the things Seth did to Len was even worse than Duncan's beatings. Seth had been one of the most devout members of Silver Sovereign. He always aimed to please his superiors and to display his faith for their one true God. That is why he considered it a great honor to be given a task to capture a pair of twins who tried to expose the Sovereigns. His trickery approach almost succeeded back then had a certain divine intervention didn't happen, and Len figured it greatly offended him.

But Lina went first, so they were in big trouble. Lina had died only a few weeks earlier. She had fallen to the spear of a god. For Indra killed her when they meet almost a month ago. His strike was so venomous that though Lina lived, her strength had drastically reduced, leaving her as a 2nd Stage Heaven Realmer. When Lina died, Seth was slightly ticked off, but not furious. For it was something he was expecting. He would have been more surprised if Indra had let Lina go, given his record for raining down punishment for misdemeanors. In fact Seth was so prepared that he had materials ready to restore Lina’s lost life. These materials were rare, and even for a god of many resources like Seth

Slowly raising his palms, he told Fred, "Like you said, we have no fight. I was just here on an errand, and I'm leaving because you told me to." Fred actually was not interested in collateral himself. "Then go." Seth turned, using his movement to slide a dagger out of his sleeve. He continued toward the doorway and suddenly turned again to throw it at Fred! Shunk! The dagger shot toward Fred, stabbing him in the shoulder. "Oof—" Fred grunted in pain and fell limply to the floor, his gun slipping out of his fingers. Seth promptly leapt up and kicked it away, gloating. "Haha! Is that all you got? Weren't you being so ballsy before, threatening me and all?"

Seth’s falls back, Steve attempts to land another punch but Seth ducks his head to let the punch pass before crooking his arm to land a cross hook and a swing kick at Steve Seth jumps up with his arm fully stretched trying to cut of Steve’s head with his Death Scythe but Steve defends with a sword clashing with Seth’s scythe. Seth faces the tip of the Scythe's blade at Steve’s face and shoots out small Shadow balls from the tip. It blasts Steve at close range which sends him flying hitting the ground hard.

I spat, lunging forward with the silver blade aimed straight for his throat. Seth didn't even try to dodge. He caught my wrist in a crushingly tight grip, twisting my arm behind my back and slamming my front hard against the wall. The dagger clattered to the floor as his heavy, muscular frame pinned me completely, his bare chest pressing against my back while his hot breath blasted over my sensitive neck mark.

The tables had turned all at once, and Seth had gotten besieged. Eyes narrowing to slits, Seth shoved Winston aside and struggled to stand upright. His gaze remained on Lewis as he ignored all his fallen subordinates. "I guess either one of us must die today." Seth pulled out a gun from his arms. Phineas wanted to step forward but stopped when he saw Seth's gun aiming at Seth's forehead. "Did you think I'd let you kill me, Lewis?" Seth knew what torture awaited him if he got captured by Lewis. So, since Lewis called him a dog, he wanted to prove the opposite through extreme methods.

Seth’s voice was equally hushed, his sharp eyes never leaving Eino. “Yup,” I replied, my lips brushing the rim of my cup. “He’s too formal. Doesn’t even try to hide that he likes Madam Hyacinth. Kind of suspicious, if you ask me.” His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, the kind of edge that came from years of training and instinct. Seth had that way about him—as he could see straight through people, their intentions laid bare before him. “Was he the person you fought? Same build, height… What about the bracelet he’s wearing?” I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me.

I asked as he stood and examined the chains holding my hands. “Shit, Camilla. I’d love to explain, but there’s no time.” He hissed as his fingers brushed against the chains. “They’re made of silver,” I rasped, wincing. Seth stepped back and drew a gun from his hip. “Seth, wh—” My words were cut off by the deafening sound of a gunshot. The chains clattered to the ground, severed in the middle, freeing me, though the broken links still hung from my wrists.

Seth asked, his voice calm but edged with purpose. “Yes, sir,” came the reply on the other end. “We have all her information.” A satisfied smile spread across Seth’s face. “Good,” he said, his tone dripping with quiet menace. “It’s time to let the cat out of the bag.” After dropping the call, Seth leaned against the railing, his thoughts shifting, lingering on the viral photos of Zac. “Whoever did this,” Seth muttered under his breath, “might have just done me a favor.” *************