Thanatos God Novels & Stories

I gave him a small nod, encouraging him to speak. “Zeus. My name is Zeus Thanatos,” he said coolly, his voice calm but commanding. Dark’s men exchanged shocked looks. “Thanatos?” Phoenix muttered. “Holy sh*t. The God of Death, right?” “Yes,” Zeus answered shortly, his tone unreadable. I glanced back at Dark, whose brows were furrowed in confusion. “Why?” he asked. “And… what about the little troublemaker? What’s his name again?” “Zephyr Hades,” I replied.

She felt drowsy and her eyes are threatening to close. -+- “WE ARE awaiting your instructions, sir.” Charon, some minor gods and a group of lampads formed two lines behind Hades. “Let’s check the Elysium first, then Tartarus, and Asphodel Meadows for last.” He instructed. One of the old men in suits, a deity named Rhadamanthys answered him, “I must say that your idea of making the underworld similar to the mortal’s resort is an innovative idea.”

" Thanatos chuckled once more and said, "Because I am THANATOS, the god of death. You cannot tell one of my kind to come for me, I will simply tell it to stop and it will do my bidding" Sonia didn't regret choosing him as her role model. "Listen Sonia, as a god right now, so many Werewolves will fear and tremble at your feet. The only problem is that, you should learn the extent of your powers or it will consume you totally" THANATOS advised.

The name Maren put on the table was one that made Nara set down her cup with a sound that cut the room's quiet like a stone through glass. Thanatos. The god of death. Zeus's other instrument. Where Eros had been sent to contest the bond through its own interior to find the fractures and make a legal argument from them Thanatos had been positioned in the mountain stronghold for an entirely different purpose. One that had nothing to do with legal proceedings and everything to do with what came after them. Zeus had sent Eros knowing the legal defense might hold. He had positioned Thanatos as the contingency. The move that activated when the diplomatic route failed.

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.

Here, I write to you, so you will live again, if in nothing else but memories of mine and others. …before I forget. Then maybe, maybe I shall be forgiven.’ The next words are smudged, incomprehensible. “Wait a minute,” Proserpina glanced at the other books then at the one in her hands, suddenly feeling an odd chill running down her spine, “Thanatos… is this story for real?” The god of death was curiously silent for a few painstaking moments and when Proserpina was about to give up, thinking that he was not going to answer, his voice came out as a sigh… like a mournful whisper.

There was something called a lament by Thoth, an Egyptian god known to the Romans as Mercury. 'Gods will leave earth and forsake Egypt. Only tales of it will be left which the future generations won't believe. Once humans lose their connection with the spirit, they will lead a life solely driven by materialism. There will come a time when the earth will be purged with fierce fires, war, and disease. Order will be brought back into the cosmos and nature will heal.'

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Then, I press my forehead against hers. “Goodbye, Beatrice,” I whisper, then quickly extend my claws and rip out her throat. She steps back, her eyes going wide as her hands fly to the gaping hole in her throat. “You put my pups at risk, and for that, I can never forgive you. Hopefully, the Moon Goddess will.” I watch as she crumples to the floor, then I turn and walk upstairs. When I step back into the packhouse, Beta Adrian is standing there waiting for me.

The world around him seemed blurred, rocking and undulating like the tides. Babi's odour filled his nostrils as the God leaned closer, sharing his bitter spittle in his anger. "One more failure...and Atum help you..." He hissed, nipping his lower lip to draw a bead of blood. "I want those corpses gone. You are good enough for that. Or good enough to feed them." Horus looped in the air, laughing in the heady call of a falcon. "Death is before me today: like the recovery of a sick man,