Slaughtered Gods Novels & Stories

But right before everyone’s eyes, he evaporated. Nothing can kill a god. Nothing was supposed to kill a god. However, the blazing fire, under King Alaric’s command evaporated a god. It was a bad omen and it came calling the rest of the gods. A heavenly war ensued in a world that has been at peace for ages. King Alaric ended up evaporating two more gods and the fight didn’t end until the Almighty intervened.

But deep within, he knew that the time had come for a final sacrifice. The Supreme God Destroyers, sensing the resurgence of their old foes, launched a preemptive strike. The clash of claws and fangs against steel echoed through the forest, mingling with the cries of the wounded and the roar of battle. It was a scene of chaos and fury, a maelstrom of violence where the line between life and death blurred.

The gods anxiously looked down at their creation—who had lost control of himself for decades, and now that he had changed, he was becoming nothing but trouble. He was no longer known as the “Messenger of the gods” but a god, and had won the title fair and square. He showed those who stood against him that he was not one to shy away from bloodshed for those accused of disloyalty. He was vicious. The gods watched him as he slaughtered his victims who were nothing to him but a bunch of toys to play with, making sure to leave a horrible mess even for those foul enough to appreciate a killing spree.

The old gods were watching. First, they sent a plague. But my immortal body was immune. Then they sent famine, and the humans suffered twice. Finally, they sent a champion. A warrior of light, blessed with strength and speed. They were the instrument of my doom. Leading an army of mortals, the battle was legendary. Legions of my followers lie dead. Legions more had fled. Humans were in an uproar, murdering whatever of my kin they found.

told Kendra to summon the gods so that he could apologize for the War he created and take his punishment. Kendra believed him and summoned all the gods except the moon goddesses, since he did not have to apologize to her. Rafael then proceeded with his apology and near the end he wanted to kiss the god of death hand as a last apology ,but he ended up sinking his fangs into the gods wrist. The god of death were the vampires creator, so when Rafael killed the god, the entire vampire race turned to ash. the rest of the gods and goddesses were so shocked at how it was so each for the vampires to kill their master, so to prevent anyone else from killing their master, the gods took away the gifts

"Those were her last words before Ferou and Drake's wolves were ripped apart and out of them. The wolves' souls ascended towards the heaven where they returned home to our Goddess to be reborn. Hope, with no hesitation, set the two Alphas ablaze. Their screams were haunting until there was nothing but ashes that scattered through the wind. Ferou and Drake are forgotten; cursed to wander and suffer for eternity without the light of the Goddess, just as they made the conscious decision to forget about her." "The war, of course, stopped. And the Goddess' last words were her warning; that should they ever repeat the tragedy of the war, they shall suffer the same fate as Ferou and Drake. And that

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

I whispered shakily. The Silver God’s silver eyes shifted toward me slowly. “I corrected the imbalance.”By slaughtering millions?” Its expression remained unchanged. “When stars collapse, worlds die with them. Yet creation continues.” The force behind the words felt ancient enough to suffocate beneath. The Silver God stepped closer. “You judge me through the morality of creatures who live less than a heartbeat compared to eternity.” Kael pulled me slightly behind him despite the agony visibly tearing through his body. “She is not yours. ”Something dark flickered across the Silver God’s face then.

Light and shadow collided like storms above the broken heavens. Kael’s scream split through the divine halls as his blade met the gods’ light. Every swing tore holes through the radiance surrounding them, the sky fracturing with each strike. The world beneath trembled — mountains cracking, seas rising. He was beyond mortal now. Beyond reason. His body burned from within, every vein filled with molten fury, but still he fought — for her. Always for her. “You dare bring your curse here?” one of the gods thundered, its voice shaking the void. “You cannot destroy what we are!”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v