Slaughtered Gods Novels & Stories

I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop… But now that I had, I was shocked to realize that Ani wasn’t just a primordial god – but the only one with the power to kill other gods! In all the texts and stories I’d ever read, no god or goddess had ever killed another deity. Hell, they couldn’t! Wounded, defeated, imprisoned, or incapacitated by other gods, titans, or powerful beings, but never killed! Sure, there were stories about the rise and fall of the old and new gods. Cronus castrated and lobotomized his father, Ouranos, to take power. Zeus defeated his father, Cronus, by cutting him into pieces, but was later trapped by Hera, Poseidon, and Apollo, after they led a coup. Eventually, he broke free and

But before he say anything his read rolled from his neck. It took a second for the head to rolled, everyone was confused, terrified and mostly they felt fear, they were afraid of a 12 year old boy. As for Theo, he didn't feel disgusted like last time, for him the feeling of disgust disappear like puff at that night when he killed for last time. For him killing is nothing, they came to capture him so be it, he will kill them to live. As Theo learned that in cultivation world, the rule of jungle follows " survival of fittest" and " from every danger comes great opportunity " he learn all that from the book he got from the old man ," the way of the sword" and he is very grateful to that old man

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

In the kingdom of Serenacia, all hell broke loose as the wailing and anger of the king's sons, Odell, roared through the city while everyone feared, but also mourned the death of the king of Gods who ruled them, but now lay with a stake in his heart. And now he was dead. Something bewildering and impossible to think about, because as it is said, Gods can live forever, yet here it is. The clouds became darker as lightning of heavy strikes shook the earth, and the humans knew that the only way for them out at the moment, was the cry out to the Almighty, Creator of God's, and the owner of the heavens and earth.

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

It was a woeful sight. After the war between gods was settled with many god-lives lost and humans completely annihilated, the surviving gods were then told to make homes for themselves in any part of the world, to take the humans in their likeness and to keep these humans loyal to them. This was how different races were created and how the different pantheons came to be. After the separation, the gods made a pact never to have anything to do with the gods of other pantheons especially sexually. This law was made and sealed and the result of disobedience was that any child resulting from such union would bring an end to the god race entirely.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

“Who dares interrupt the sacrifice of the great god of the dead?”The high priest and other spiritual leaders of the clan stood up looking for the culprit while the crowd held their breaths. This was not a good sign, such has never happened in the land and it is considered a bad omen. Black rode before the crowd, with Damon sitting on his back all high and mighty. “‘I do”

Pale, ghostly flames engulfed the thug, burning him to death. "You are all beyond redemption. Because of your pleas, I had intended to spare your lives, but it seems..." Adrian lamented to Scar. Scar understood, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Death God, grant us another chance." Seeing this, the others followed suit, kneeling and weeping. The ghastly fate of the ones who had spoken out was vivid in their minds. Better to be alive than dead—an ancient adage that resonated deeply. Everyone questioned Adrian's origins and the existence of gods, but for now, they held their tongues.