The Book Of Gods Novels & Stories

Best to leave it for last. After reading the first few pages, my first impression is that this Alpha was a total quack. All he wrote about was the chosen daughter. The time that she lived with them brought them joy and prosperity. Apparently, he believed that her presence gave the pack well wishes and good fortune. Even though she had died three hundred years before he was the Alpha, he still wrote like it was only recent. If he hadn’t written the dates, I would have thought that he had been there for it, that he knew her personally. This idiot. Believing in fairy tales like a child. Is it any wonder it was so easy for me to wipe out this pack. I flipped through the rest of the pages more qu

The book was fairly big, and looked like it had been opened and closed by many hands, the edges were frayed and the book had a brown tint to it. "The chronicle of the six?" I asked, wondering what was the idea behind the name of the book. "Yes, it details the creation and the extent of the power of the deities" he said to me, still stretching it out, patiently, waiting. Why would I need to read a book about deities though? Well, I didn't have a choice, he knew more than me and I was happy to learn as much as I could. I took the book from him and closely examined it, flipping the pages open. The lettering wasn't so big, but the words in the book called to me in a strange way, I suddenly could

Sophia looked back. “Why?” His face was filled with terror. “Because I forgot to tell you something.” Sophia froze. “What?” The Father Beyond whispered: “The universe behind that door…” The door opened wider. Something enormous moved in the darkness. ”is not empty.” A gigantic eye opened. Then another. Then thousands. Seraphina’s face went pale. “Those aren’t people.” Sophia whispered: “What are they?” The Father Beyond answered: “The gods that existed before God.” The darkness erupted.

“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.

It would take her months for sure! She looked at the one she had just kept aside. So far, in the four hours of unbroken concentration, the only thing she had been able to garner was the origin of gods, the origin of the world, the origin of the supernaturals present in the world. And she wasn’t even sure her transcriptions had been correct, if the beings that had been mentioned in the book existed now. Like dragons. What were the flying creatures doing in this century? She had peeped at the date of publication; 1506. How had Jiraq gotten these books? She wondered; her eyes still fixed on them. And to think that he had promised her more if they returned to the pack.

"You freed me from my chains, it is time I do the same for you. Fly high, Marius." The noble stallion may now run free, just like him who has found new joy without the shackles that bound him to Olympus. The wine god learned to grow grapevines on the ground, along with the generous rain that passes by every now and then, that is where the business rose into full bloom; from the god itself and his noble helper. Maenads, centaurs, nymphs, and seilenoi or wind spirits began to show help, hiding the god's existence as they bowed at his feet.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.