Slaughtered Gods Novels & Stories

But the soreness of my limbs and the headache that visited me an hour ago has not yet left my side. So I leave it all to Karlos, Jason, and Tyler to do the rest. They are, according to my fiancés words, Wolf Gods after all. And I am just a sacrifice to one of them, only meant to primarily spread my legs widely for pleasure and for the continuation of their mighty bloodline. *** “I know you all are dying to end this meeting in this very arena where sparring only happens.” I straightened my back when it was Karlos who took the stage. The air of mystery always thickens when he speaks. Yet, when it comes to his wife, Gialyca Farmiga, Karlos is an uncaged fucker who always had a vigorous sex with

The ones that got away from the light, seeking revenge among their own kind, hurting the innocent, craving to rule over their bodies like cows for slaughter. I am the god of destruction, the bringer of death and despair. I will not just destroy buildings, the soil, the physical bodies, I will destroy their minds, twisting them in ways they could not deem possible. They will scream for me to rid myself of their mind, but I only laugh at their pathetic cries of absolution of fear.

“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-”

" I had once loved the twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling, the man who held an umbrella for me in the rain, terrified even a corner of my clothes would get wet. I had also loved the Julian Sterling who held me through all those nights when I suffered because the oracle blocks never blessed me, whispering comfort into my ear. But I also hated the Julian Sterling who said he loved Celia and abandoned me without hesitation. Even more, I remembered the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling who set traps for me with his own hands and cost me my mother and child. The twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling had, in the end, been killed by the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling. I lifted my head and looked

Sasha replies, his voice a peaceful rumble. We remain there, silent, watching the future unfold before us, immense and uncertain. The gods we once were , gods of money, power, desire , have fallen. Nothing remains but humans, bruised, complex, terribly real. The twilight of the gods has passed. And in the ensuing darkness, we learned to see light differently. Not as a consuming fire, but as a soft glow guiding our steps, the three of us, along the fragile path of our rediscovered humanity.

• Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality) • Dubious consent / non-consensual themes (coercion, power imbalances) • Obsession & possessiveness (stalking, toxic attachment, unhealthy control) • Graphic violence & gore (blood, injury, death, explicit descriptions) • Torture & pain infliction (psychological and physical torment) • Cults & rituals (dark family traditions, blood oaths, disturbing ceremonies) • Abuse & trauma (emotional, physical, sexual abuse) • Murder & death (brutal character deaths)

“It’s always like that with them. People die, and the humans course-correct. Ten thousand wolves die, and they just keep doing what they’re doing.” “Whu- wait what? When did ten thousand wolves die?” “The great slaughter at the gates,” Noah answers. “Never heard of it.” “No, you wouldn’t have. It was erased from history. And they did it again, and the sacrifice of the young.” What the fuck. I am so confused. “What are you talking about?” “The slaughter at the gates,” Haldor answers. “Happened during a solar eclipse. The wolves believed The Goddess was angry at them. Three Alphas brought their wolves up to the gates, and killed them one-by-one until the eclipse passed.

“The gods created a veil to separate the divine from the mortal. But someone who was among the people who could draw magic from the veil,performed a ritual to see the true face of the gods. Instead,the person shattered the veil and three scourgeborn crawled out. Magic became violent and chose its weirder,sometimes warping their features. Kingdoms fell. There was Skyfire and blood storms everywhere. Veltrith collapsed temporarily. And that was when the gods appeared. They banished the three scourgeborn into the sea of singing teeth and made a decree. ‘Magic is no longer a gift,but a curse.Mortal hands Shall not hold what divinity casts off.’ And that was when the scourgeborn were born in full

Eros didn't take her threat seriously, so he poured his mother another glass of wine before lifting the bottle to his lips and drinking almost half of it all at once. Fowol coughed and drained her glass of wine, saying, "I fvcking hate this." Aphrodite laughed as she watched the scene at the military camp, which was happening slowly just a few meters away. The three gods were sitting on a branch of a tree, drinking wine, and watching the annoying lycan king and the strong-headed she-wolf General fight. "What about this don't you like?" Aphrodite asked with a hiccup as she waved her hand at the lycan who was dragging the she-wolf toward a tent. "They look great together, don't they? I quite l

In this grand and brutal conflict, his son, the great serpent Jörmungandr, and his daughter Hela joined forces with the giants and stormed the dwellings of the gods. Jörmungandr killed Sif. Thor slew Jörmungandr, and with the aid of the other gods, cast him into the depths of the sea. After poisoning Tyr, Hela quietly withdrew from the battlefield and fled to the underworld of Hel. Tyr died from the poison. The twilight of myth. The end of an age. The decline of the gods proved to be an irreversible fate. Under relentless assaults and encirclement, they fell one after another, fading into death.