Supernatural Good God Y All Novels & Stories

There was no satisfaction. "Do you see mother? I sit upon this throw that you desired the most. Are you happy? Are you proud?" he said looking at his mother's belongings. Those were the last of her. He wondered what would give him the happiness and satisfaction that he desired so badly. He wanted everylasting power. And if that forest could be conquered, He would have it all. He could not give a reason why, but he wanted to burn those trees down to ashes and let the men know of the power in his hands.

Amy tells me. I stand there in disbelief, listening to the sarcastic words, and feeling incredibly sorry for myself. I may not be the best person on the planet, but I know that I sure as hell don’t deserve any of this. “Well, then, congratulations to you and the father of your child. No, we can never ever be friends again, because I don’t make friends with snakes, and I hope that you both get the life that you deserve because you’re well-suited to each other.” I tell her at last, barely able to keep my voice from trembling.

I was as lost as her. “Who are ‘we’ you keep mentioning them and who is that god you all want to awaken if there is such a thing?” She asked in confusion and the male laughed as he watched Tamara’s confused face and I clenched my fists, feeling my claws dug into my palms. “We are the fed up supernaturals. We want the world to change. And mate, you are silly, of course, there are gods or did you think that there is only the moon goddess, the weakest of the weak?”

I'm proud of myself and my team. And for what Emilia said, I knew it was one of her tricks. Nothing is coming, we've saved everyone but my mind still keeps bothering on what I don't know. It is like something greater than us is Coming, something that we don't know where or what it is going to be. But for now, we have to enjoy our lives and if anything greater than us is coming our way, I hope we're strong enough to be their heroes once again. THE SUPERNATURALS

“Xavier could only do so much damage as one person. I know you feel responsible for all of it in a way no one else can, and I know that weighs on you, but whatever this big bad is, it will wipe out everyone.” “I guess,” Thea thought. “You guess? We’re facing an apocalypse, and you can’t stand the thought of even one innocent person getting hurt, can you?” “No.” She buried her face in my neck. “My sweet, beautiful, loving mate,” I said out loud. I caressed her. “These forces are more powerful than gods?” I thought to her after a while. “That’s what the moon goddess said.” “Then is there a point in going against them?” “There’s always a point to standing for Good.”

Thanks for all the prayers. Hey

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

We've had this conversation alot but it seemed like she never lost h "Yes I know you got lucky while the Gods looked down on me and said. Dear Mazaya you have been a very bad girl so as your punishment you will be forced to be with the baddest of them all. Luther The God of dark powers. Hahaha." Mazaya said in a dramatic voice.

Beep, beep! Damon heaves a sigh of relief as the screen slowly loads up. Meaning, the other primordial god is on the line. Yeojoon immediately glides his chair closer beside Damon, who was on a stool, and waited to see who the god was so he can get actual answers. If his hunch is right, this is the god's doings since it is in his power to control dreams and manipulate reality after all.

He covered his ears as the sound of tearing flesh punctuated the air, joined by the shrill, agonised scream. "Not even worth consuming," Babi snorted, casting the torn limb from him into the bins. "The blood is putrid." He hauled himself atop the weeping form, Aiden's breath heaving painfully and slapped him sharply. "Cease your whining! The flow will stop and your leg will not trouble you! Perhaps now you will trust the gifts bestowed upon you more!" "Perhaps..." Kyle repeated dully as he watched the crimson flow begin to thicken. The power radiating from the God was enough to freeze the sun itself and choke the strongest man. "Or maybe we never learn."