Slay The God Novels & Stories

As I fight against the bindings, the arms of the wheelchair dig into my skin. A hard slap across my temple has me bent in half screaming. “Stop struggling,” Slone advises, her tone flat. “It won’t do you any good and you are just causing yourself harm.” “What do you care,” I spit, tasting blood where I bit the side of my mouth. “You’re planning on sacrificing me to some unnamed hell god anyway! I might as well go out fighting.”

“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-”

He quickly averted his eyes away from the painting and clasped his hands at Yrian, saying, “Thank you for saving me, Sir.” Yrian explained smilingly, “That’s called the Holy War Gods Pilgrimage. There are countless restrictions integrated into it. The most powerful one can hypnotize and seize your soul.” James looked at Yrian and said, “It’s incredible. A few of them look somewhat familiar to me.” Yrian put his hands behind his back and said smilingly, “Certainly. There’s the God of Curses, Franciscus Yuelan, God of Death, Clayton Sindward, Demon Slayer, Wystov Wharnal, and the Sky God, Darvel Jabbert.

I muttered in annoyance. "I'm a higher God and can do anything I want," he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his narcissism. "I think your a real prick and murdering bastard," I spat and jumped up onto his back and stabbed the knife into the base of his skull. Twisting it against his bones I heard him groan in pain. Yanking the blade out I started jabbing it into him repeatedly. The anger over Fillan and Lexi's death spurred me on as I went into a frantic spurt of savagery. Each hole I created shined a bright golden light. Lykaios turned himself and with narrowed eyes, I buried the knife to its hilt into his heart and his chest cavity exploded in a burst of golden light. Breathing heavily I sat

The Onyx wolf rose behind her, massive and radiant, its fur streaked with flame and lightning. “Leave,” she said, her voice echoing with divine authority. “Or I’ll tear you apart, just like your chains.” Fenris staggered back, eyes wide—not with rage, but disbelief. “You can’t kill a god.” Serena stepped forward, her wolf roaring behind her. “Watch me.” She unleashed everything—the bond of flame, the bond of storm, and the shadow of her own making. The explosion shook both realms. Fenris screamed as the light consumed him, his form splintering into fragments of night that scattered like ashes in the wind.

“They fear what you’ll become, Luna Star. They fear you’ll break the chains they bound this world with. They fear freedom.” My mind reeled. This wasn’t just about Damon. Or the god. Or even this war. It was bigger. Much bigger. “I don’t want their chains,” I said, breath hitching. “I want peace.” “There is no peace in what you are,” the god-slayer said. “Only destruction.” And with that, she attacked again. Kael was faster now, fueled by fury. They clashed in a storm of steel and claws, Kael protecting me with everything he had. But the god-slayer was precise, deadly, like a force of nature honed over centuries.

Rayden pierced through the dragon’s belly faster than light. Every strike and slash contained form. “First Technique, Slash of the Past!” “Second Technique, Slash of Will!” “Third Technique, Slash of Fate!” Inside the dragon’s stomach, red and white energy collided, forming a massive vortex. Rayden roared, his voice echoing across the entire dimension. “You want eternity, Brahma? Then be eternal with me!” His body burned completely, becoming a core of light. He drove his sword into the dragon’s heart. The world stopped turning.

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.”

“And in doing so, kill me. Kill the Harbinger. Seal the gate forever. No more ghosts. No more curses. Just you… and blood.” Lyra’s hands trembled. “I loved him.” “I know,” Ekreth said, softly. “That’s why it must be you.” And she understood then - the cruel truth of it. Only the one who bore the bond could sever it completely. Only the one who held Kane’s soul could destroy the god using it as a shell. Thalia growled in her mind. "Do it. Or the world burns." Lyra drew the blade from her hip. The obsidian shard flared - hot as the sun. Kane raised his head one last time. He was crying.

My humanity slipped away, replaced by the raw, uncontrollable instincts to kill. “Grrraaaawwwwwrrrhhhhh!” With one final, earsplitting roar, I transformed completely. My thoughts shattered, replaced by a singular, driving hunger. Slade howled, his voice a mix of pain and fury, as he fully emerged, his form massive and menacing.