Slaughtered Gods Novels & Stories

“Surprised, Alpha? You shouldn’t be. After all, you left quite a mess behind.” Sylvester’s expression darkened. “Who are you working for?” The figure’s smirk widened. “That’s for me to know…and for you to find out.” Before they could react, the figure tossed a smoke bomb to the ground, the thick cloud obscuring their escape. When the smoke cleared, they were gone, leaving only questions in their wake. The survivors regrouped, their faces etched with exhaustion and grief. “We lost three,” one of the warriors reported grimly. “And Harken…he’s not going to make it.”

“It’s okay, Nate. It has to happen. It’ll wipe out the legacy of my blood. End the Riding Hoods for good. Our children—future generations—won’t carry that curse.” Tears streamed down my face. I kissed her palm. “My love. We won’t ever have pups.” But she smiled. Bright. Glowing. “Nate, gods can’t die.” I blinked. “What?” And then she explained it: gods can be killed, but they can’t die. Their souls live on. They reform. It might take time. Decades. Centuries. But they come back. She would come back. I stood, lifted her into my arms, and spun her around like a madman.

She was known to be the best friend to Selene and Lexusi…a calm force who was the bridge between the Goddess of moon and animal and the God of blood and gore. These three were the biggest sects. Humans worshipped other Gods too. Like the God of sea—Nemei, the God of Forest—Freena, the God of Luxury—Twarik, and so on but those Gods were not as powerful as the three other Gods. For a long time, humans lived in harmony. But one day, a fight broke out between the Gods. The God of blood and Gore was the first to strike humans with evil thoughts. His worshippers started fighting. They had gotten some evil weapons and inhumane strength from their God which gave them power over all other humans.

Not the sort of sin that seemed to bother the people of the Old world, no, though she did think such little rules on what was good and what was evil was silly, her own example of sin was far distorted. Why would the gods create such a being and then leave it in the wild? Looking at him now, she wondered how long he would last before the war began, if she had not come into his life. At this current stage. Dead at the first battlefront. Well, she already knew the answer to the question. The gods enjoyed games. Drop it in the wild and watch it try to survive, if it did not, sad but next person might try harder, and if it did, it was an anomaly that should be destroyed.

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

"How could you cut off the part of yourself that loved them so dearly, yet you still missed them inside that you suffered alone in the nothingness? How stupid of you." The lake started to warp, and the cosmos began to crash down. Both of them looked up to the darkness of the higher part of heaven and knew what was coming. After today, a new god would be chosen to replace them. The rumbling of drums and trumpets of apocalypse came alongside the myriad of gods that would go and try to claim this godless world. The sound deafened them. Both Andrius' and Orcenal's legs started to get swallowed by the nebula. From now on, they would become dust, wandering in the galaxy.

Cassian let out a broken, human sob, his sword falling from his hand. The Twilight of the Gods The battle ceased as the Bridge re-established itself, but it was no longer the soft, indigo dream of Aeron’s time. It was a raw, stinging reality. The wolves of the Five Packs stood in the mud, bleeding and weeping, but they were together. The "Hollows" were gone. The "Gods" were gone. There was only a race of shifters who finally understood that their power didn't come from the light, but from the scars they shared.

The god’s form flickered, then disintegrated into streaks of golden energy that rained down across the plains like falling stars. When the light faded, silence fell. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and ash. Sylra stumbled toward us, her hair disheveled, her face pale. “You didn’t kill it,” she said softly. “You scattered it.” I nodded weakly, my whole body trembling. “I know.” Aaron wiped dust from his jacket. “Great. So now instead of one god, we’ve got a thousand tiny ones floating around?” Edward’s hand tightened on mine. “We’ll find them before they reform.”

If the Blood Sect were to launch a full-scale attack against them, nothing would be left. “Damn it! How could this happen? Aren’t the souls of most of our deceased ancestors supposed to be obliterated and enter the cycle of reincarnation?” asked the Fire God, slamming his hand on the table with a furious expression. All the gods here were aware that between the two forms of death, there was a choice: either they entered the cycle of reincarnation, or their souls would be obliterated and scattered throughout the entire universe. All the gods shared the same thought: why had things come to this? And how could they have been resurrected by the Blood God?

A much larger wind blade than the previous one was slashed towards the black bull. Bummmmm!!! His third attack hit Black Demonic Flame's already injured body squarely. Before the bull got back up, Xiao Long and Yao Shan advanced with bodies coated with aura. Nine Heaven Annihilation Technique! First Heaven Annihilation! Heavy Armored Body! Xiao Long and Yao Shan sent out their fists that were coated with great power. Both fists hit right on Black Demonic Bull's head. Duarrr!