Tales Of Herding Gods Novels & Stories

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."

Two forces that had been enemies now fought for ground in her own body. “Storm-child,” a new voice said. Not the Goddess. Old. Gravelly. Kerran, staggering down the hall, scrolls clutched to his chest. He’d run here when the first crack sounded, arms full of the old records he’d promised her. One had split; parchment trailed like a broken wing. He stared at her, breathless. “In the old stories,” he said, “there were wolves who could take blights into themselves. Walk them out of the land. Carry them until the earth healed.”

CHAPTER 20 THE RUMORS OF A NEW PROPHECY "Goddess!" "What are you waiting for?" "They are holding you back!" "Take them out and I shall give you all." Fake promises being uttered. She folded her fist right and plunged the spark of light on my chest. Raising her palm at paramount ease, she lifted us all to the sky, and held us still. "We shall conquer realms together with your power and rule as the last gods!" Suddenly the ground cracked from a distance and I saw a hound running towards Hades. Cerberus it was.

Sara wondered if she had said anything wrong as the man was looking at her with both his eyebrows raised, and if expressions could talk, then his would scream of how stupid her words were, nevertheless, she knew he wanted her to continue while she wanted her answers, and so she did. “And they did, until the seeds of evil started to grow in the hearts of the greedy and ungrateful ones, corrupting their souls, they wanted what was not theirs, and tried to obtain the power of the Gods through forbidden magic, they sullied the once peaceful paradise they shared with humans, stained it with the blood of the innocents, they killed and enslaved their brothers, the humans that is, and then they want

Something was going on. … "It was a bold move, brother!" Adras said. "Invading a country, supposedly protected by the gods." "Not to mentioning almost draining the princess dry," Yura continued. I had heard this stories so many times before. 'I have lived for over 2 thousand years, nothing, not even some pretend gods could hurt me.' "I grew sick of hearing the nonsense and prophesies about a blessed princess in a protected country, " I answered them angry. "We are the gods, we take everything we want, it is rightfully ours to take."

Voice again came with the clue. She rub her chests with extreme thirst. Her eyes start twitching and something pinch in her eyes. Becky tried to open them, but it twich more. She rubbed her eyes violently to remove the pinching particle. As she open her eyes. Her gaze went towards the base of the cage, which has little heap of dust gathered around. It was shining and have sparking particles. Becky immediately remembered something and looked at her wolves. They were still standing and guarding their Goddess. They were waiting for the commands of their Goddess. The devil has cast a strong wall between them and Goddess. When they looked at Goddess desperate face, and as she wants to convey some

She gave me another smile before answering . “To answer that, I need to tell you a story. I need to tell you why I created werewolves and I how I became a Goddess.” As she spoke, she waved her arm in an arch in front of her. The brightness that surrounded us wavered and a new scene emerged. We were in a clearing in the woods that was filled with tents. Outside the tents were groups of people laughing and talking. Looking closely, I saw a woman with dark brown hair whose face looked shockingly like the Goddesses. “When magic was first born, I was one of the few born with it. These were my people “ she said motioning to the figures that stood amongst the tents.

Maybe not even for those who did not possess a piece of her. …What followed next was something cross between a vision and a burst of knowledge combined; my brain now overcome with intense overwhelming sensations all at once. …Something that only stopped when I saw it. When I saw it all. A timeline of our origin, spanning since the beginning of time. Playing out like a story in my head. The story she wanted to show me. A story that went like… …. ...... Long ago, well before man drew breath, the Gods ruled over everything. Twelve children had been born to the universe and amongst the eldest, there was a girl.

“You cannot treat a child in such a manner; she is not a pet, Hades. She is your niece. Family. Have you no shame?” Elika allowed a slight smile to slither across her lips, impressed that the goddess would stand up to one of the great forces of this realm for someone she did not know. For her. This meant something to the young immortal as she laid on the stone ground, kindness a difficult thing to come across in the dark worlds of the universe. She knew then that the goddess was a spark, someone that she needed to help, and in return, ask her for loyalty. But first, she herself had to escape the clutches of the king of hell. Hades snarled, turning towards the woman he had forced to marry him

Hours after it disappears the terrenes grow in plenitude, their seas full of fishes, and mines brimming with gold, silver, and copper. This planet is named "Devia" after their god, "Deviashtra, the elemental goddess of the Universe divided into four kingdoms." The kingdom of Movako, also known as the "Land of Gold," is home to the Emperor and his family, occupying half the size of the globe and monopolizing most of its resources, while the other three kingdoms share the remaining lands and seas. Rendor, the "Land of Silver," is home to mostly nobles, scholars, and knights, while Endra, the "Land of Brass," is home to the majority of merchants and laborers. Lastly, Yvedra the "Land of Stones”