Slay The God Novels & Stories

His back was turned to me. “This is the sword of life.” He raised a saber in the air. My heart sank. ‘He is not gonna use that on me, he?’ “Let us all call up the name Shila as I place this into her and destroy the evil being with her.” The Lycans nodded, devotedly. He bowed to them then he walked up to me and he bowed to me. “Please don't. Please I beg you. It's not working. I'm not then woman you are looking for. I'm not your god.”

"If we kill her, the thing inside her doesn't die. It just finds a new host. Morwen wants to become that host. To merge with it and the thing beneath the Salt Coast. To become something that can challenge the old powers." "Then we don't let Morwen take it either." "What do we do?" He covered my hand with his. His touch was gentle despite the fury in his eyes. "We find a third option. We free the thing beneath the Salt Coast—not to merge with it, but to destroy it. And the Regret entity inside Sylvaen with it. We end them both. Permanently." "That's what Morwen claims she wants." "Morwen wants to become a god. I want to tear them down." His thumb traced my knuckles. "Will you help me?"

I AM AN IMMORTAL SOUL I CAN NOT DIE "" I can some how see the keepers on their knees around us showing submission to their Goddess, there is a rumbling, a rumbling from every direction, then lightening began to strike around where Raymus stood barracading him from moving in any direction {{ FOR THE CRIMES YOU HAVE COMITTED MORTAL TREASON BY INTERFERING IN LIVES ON EARTH FOR BETRAYING YOUR KIN AND CAUSING HARM TO MY CHILDREN, YOU RAYMUS NAPTALI SHALL BE OBLITERATED FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH, HEAVENS AND AFTER LIFE. YOU WILL BE ERASED FROM THE MINDS OF OTHERS AND FROM THE BOOK OF LIGHT AND LIFE }} fear is clearly written all over his face as the rumbling and lightening continue all the way th

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.

Lord, I will never backsass you again. "Nipple clamps, perhaps?" Zalakai perked up as his fingers played with the thin silver chain. Rayleigh tugged on her chains, but even the restraints turned her on. There's only one option I can do. Will it work, though? "Let God arise and let His enemies be scattered..." she spoke. His hand stopped, with the chain wrapped around his fingers. "And let them that hate Him flee from before His Face." He slowly turned to face her. She pushed past the rise of pleasure in her core as he prowled toward her. "As smoke vanisheth..." His hand came up and slammed on the wall beside her head. Her words froze on her tongue as she stared up at him.

Instead, he leans down and picks up Taylor’s sword from the floor. “Let him free, babe. I need to finish this.” Understanding settles in my gut as Kell steps forward and aims the sword in front of Taylor’s chest. Taylor struggles harder as he reaches for Kell. “You can’t kill me. I’m a God! I will kill you and everyone who has gotten in my way. You hear me?!” Taylor roars out, enraged.

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

"You are nothing more than a pawn, Dalton Horscutis. Your obsession will be your downfall." Dalton's response was swift and brutal. He seized Selena, his hands closing around her throat with a strength that belied his slender frame. Selena struggled, her body fighting for air, but Dalton's grip only tightened. She could see the madness in his eyes, the obsession that had consumed him. The god's voice filled her mind once more, his tone soft and soothing. "Surrender, my chosen. Embrace the darkness and find your true power." Selena felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, the god's power responding to her desperate plea. She focused her mind, channeling the divine energy into a sing

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."