Slaughtered Gods Novels & Stories

“The gods are scared of what they can’t control. That’s why you were bound in the first place.” “I wish they would just leave me the hell alone. I had no intention of ever interacting with them until one day that piece of shit Thomas showed up and tried to kill me. I had never drained anyone or anything before that day. I almost killed him. I didn’t even know I could do that. I also took his water moving power. I still can’t believe it.” “See, only Gods can do things like that, and not all gods. I mean, only gods like Zeus.”

"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.

Being able to slice and destroy even the hardest of rocks, there was no doubt as to what the wind blades could do to humans. One after another, the acolytes of the Holy Temple died being slaughtered. Some fell with their limbs maimed, some died being quartered at the waist, but most perished by beheading, and everywhere on the floor, blood and dismembered limbs lay strewn and scattered with morbid repugnance. In mere moments, none of the acolytes that made up Claude's retinue survived, with not even a proper corpse remaining. "You foul creatures! How dare you slay the citizens of the Sun God! You'll pay by suffering immolation that will last for thousands of years for this atrocity!"

Rhysher thinks. Okay... now, two of them are to look for, then I can check who among them was the rebirth of Cybele. Rhysher thought to himself. He couldn't help but recall that one ancient prophesy uttered before he was cast out from Valhalla. " The elements are said to have created creatures. Rare and enigmatic creatures with strength and powers beyond the Supreme Wolf. A power near to that of the deities. Each had its own set of abilities in terms of the element they were responsible for. And among them will be reborn a goddess herself, deprived of justice and love, a bride of the Lycan god,"

It was the only way he could be involved in their lives. The thought of the unfairness of the gods had the ends of his ears reddening in anger and his fist tightening on the steering. It was one thing to not have control over your lust that you bed humans, its another to make them suffer for it, vengeful blood or not. Their very births were avoidable, if only the gods actually cared about anyone but themselves. Taking advantage of the war, the elder gods had banished shifters born after the war forever from Olympus, and as if that weren’t traumatic enough, banished from Lortal as well. Only in this despicable establishment could they live without being free hunt for the gods and Lecanther hu

They underestimated him. They believed he was still… just human. They were wrong. He declared war right then—on the *entire* Spirit World. I remember that moment. The silence. The fire in his eyes. The promise of vengeance. We followed him Charon, ferryman of the dead. Thanatos, god of death. Myself. Three others. Loyal to the core. We gave everything we had. We bled, betrayed, broke—and finally, we escaped. That’s how the gates of hell were born. That’s how our world was forged.

He wanted to rule over the heavens even if it meant killing his own kind. They didn't know it was him, yet, until he killed a god. Horror spread through not just vhal'zyrr but the four corners of the universe as well as Yilthir, the watcher of the universe died, his essence drained out of his body. Zerathos had now tasted the power of a god and darkness began to grow within him. An insatiable hunger for more essence from gods. One by one, he killed and drained more gods, disrupting the balance that held the universe together.

“FORM THE LINE!” Seraphine drew the last of her strength, fire sparking along her palms. “If we fall, we fall together!” The ground split beneath their feet as Daevalos stepped fully into the mortal realm, no longer half-shadow but flesh and fire, antlers crowned in burning flame. His voice roared across the battlefield: “THE AGE OF WOLVES IS ENDED. THE AGE OF GODS BEGINS.” The shadow legions surged forward, and Aelin screamed as the tether flared with unbearable light. Ivy and Jayden’s bodies buckled, their veins burning as though molten metal ran through them.

"You said you were going to dump me and Piper into the river, so I'll give you that chance right now. Do you even have the guts to do that?" Gunthar was livid when he heard that. With a furious backhand, he knocked Jude unconscious on the spot. "The audacity!" he snapped. "What makes you think you can do whatever you want in Hyporion? Someone, cuff him up!" Guards rushed in and dragged Jude away like a slaughtered hog. Watching his limp body being hauled off brought me no joy, only a deep, sickening disgust. Gunthar then turned to the stunned Velda and laughed coldly. "Have you forgotten, Ms. Mercer? Sentinel Group would still be nothing but a hollow shell drowning in debt without Callan's h

Ahmet used this time to read the book he found in the abandoned house. He opened the book, and the first page contained the same words of the centaur Jack about blood, God and salvation, and on second page it was written: "Mortal beings with their desires and lusts are the root of evil, all creatures are the creation of one God, but every time he creates a new race, he think that it will be better than the one before it, but the same thing is repeated because of desires, dreams and ambitions. This God created a new race, which is the race of the gods and sent one of them to the earth to be the savior and lead all the races to overcome their lusts, but he failed and he too was dragged into hi