Tales Of Herding Gods Novels & Stories

Chapter Ninety Different POV VALHALLA CONTINUATION Hermes POV The meeting of the gods has been slated to happen for like one human years and I have not been looking forward to it, because i for one has no intention of agreeing with these fellow gods who are just jealous maniacs to end the human race, I love my followers and they have been so good to me and helped me grow in full wisdom and I only came here in case if there is a chance that my votes will count against it, they are humans and not cattles that can only be good for food and nothing else, these are people with love and life with families and friends ,and it’s not easy either for them to choose to die.

“You are the son and grandson of the founders of the Harmony Moon Pack and the Mythical Kingdom of the dragons. Your heritage has led you here and you are about to face one of the greatest battles of all time. Only you can overcome what is about to happen.” “Grandma, what are you talking about?” “The gods have bound some of your power. They won’t stop there. The gods… Their job is to look over all of us. To keep the balance. They have faulted you for no reason other than their own fear.” I am confused more than ever. “I didn’t do anything to them though. I simply defended myself when Thomas attacked me.”

Her enthusiasm was rewarded by the gods, and the door she had longed for appeared before her eyes after going through an extremely arduous journey, hanging herlife countless times before death scythe. This mountain range is home to all the powerful gods worshiped by all mankind. The entire large area was covered with the mist of the god that Lizzie was serving. From the time when heaven and earth had not yet formed, a book called The Origins appeared. It used its magic to mold the two beings, Rherus and Rhodri. As soon as they opened their eyes, the book had absorbed almost all of its essence. In this way, they built land and life, creating the first humans. Then, gradually the Book of Origi

It was shining so brightly that I had to use my hands to cover my eyes. "Do not be afraid my child" This voice, it does not belong to the priestess. It was so warm and smooth. My ears jerking to hear the sound of it again. "It is I, Hapoda, God of all the witches clan. We are four gods sent by the supreme ruler to watch over the earth. Valarus, The god of vampires, Eridal, the god of werewolves, and I, the God of witches." Ok...Where was this going?.

Did she have ancestors from there several generations back that she just didn't know about? And most of all, what did any of it have to do with the very strange book she'd found, Legends of the Werewolf. The binding was ancient leather, now frayed in many places, and the lettering in gold. The other night when she finally opened it she expected to read about the history of werewolves and how that history came to be. Instead, to her shock, the stories were about shapeshifters, people who could change into the shape of a wolf. Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared.

“Yeah. That’s kind of what I seen too. But in my vision, I felt this weird attraction to him. I even told him that I had a mate but he didn’t seem to care but I couldn’t get a good read on him because he had silver around my wrist. Not enough to hurt to me or anything but enough to keep my wolf subdued.” “That’s crazy. I wish our visions would tell us when this crap was going to go down. I just know it’s going to be summer time or close to it because the weather was nice. Not too hot and not too cold.” “Have you told anyone? Were you able to draw like normal?” I asked her. “No, I haven’t told anyone yet and yes I did.” She said while getting inside the bag I didn’t notice her carrying. “Here

he was like a God that what everyone thought when seeing him a handsome guy like him was rarely seen among wolves only fox were so beautiful but the difference is that they had a feeling of seductive even if they are just looking at you. 'I wonder if I have a mate I mean I didn't even shift no mate would like me as their mates' apart from thinking of his failure in shifting sometimes his thoughts fall on his mate he didn't Know what kind of a mate moon Goddness would bless him with or maybe he will have no mate just like he didn't shift or maybe he will have one but can not obtain her just rejected , fifteen minutes had passed and Barbie was back with a roasted big meat she gave it to his so

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

“I’d suggest you sit down, this is going to be a long story.” I nodded then lowered myself to the soft grass and sat down, ready to listen to what she had to say. “Long ago,” she began. “In the celestial realm of Vhal’Zyrr— this is where the gods lived, where the universe was created. There was a young god amongst them— Zerathos, the bringer of dread. He was born from the cosmos itself, his powers sprung from the darkest corners of the universe itself. He had the ability to bend the will of those lesser than him, to make them see, feel and die as he wished. At first, the other gods were surprised by his powers— his creation as a whole. He was ambitious, charismatic and gifted far beyond what

I nod, weirdly understanding this and considering that for the past few hundred years or so – if not thousands – those poles have been stridently opposed. “But when the Goddess pulls away, the stories say, he gets incredibly jealous. And he takes out that jealousy by…having a lot of affairs. Trying to make her jealous in turn.” “Scandalous,” I whisper, a little delighted at the cosmic drama of it all. “Mmhmm,” Jacks murmurs, continuing. “And a lot of those affairs have resulted in kids. Some of them are just…normal kids – humans, wolves. Some of them are demigods, like you,” I wiggle my shoulders back, preening, pleased to be included, “and some are…very nearly full-on Gods, thought never on