The Book Of Gods Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie, “Sure, you guys need to know the truth about where we all came from, honestly the whole Pack needs to know, but for now, this trusted circle will do,” explained Drake as he opened the old tome, his eyes glowed as the read the first few enochian symbols, “In the beginning there were the gods, sixteen all powerful beings that created, nurtured and preserved life,” “Wait, so now we are learning about gods?” Stacy remarked as she sent a text message to Amber and Dominic telling them to come as soon as possible,

You need to get your people to safety before it's too late. ‘There's a prophecy that has lived long before you were born. My father told me about it. He heard it from his father, and his father also heard it from his father. It's been circulating for generations. It is said that the island was ruled by gods for many years, until one day, power and greed got the better of them, and they began to fight over the island, each one of them wanted to have the kingdom to themselves. War broke out and the kingdom became divided. As you may have already guessed, that’s how we came to have all these kingdoms. Zion is rumoured to have been the heart of this island, where the gods lived before things fel

I asked and he smirked. "I've been doing some studying lately. I found the book in the special collection section of the library" he said and I narrowed my eyes. "So what? You stole a book from a library?" I asked and he shrugged. "Maybe?" "Enzo, why would you do that?" "I found something about gods, godesses and demigods..." "Yeah, it's probably fiction" "No, it's not. Most of the things I found are true. The book was written by a Shaman who'd once entered the underworld"

“You must be extremely careful. You never know what kind of magic may be inside, and what gods we’ll upset if any pages are torn.” He’d said it in jest, of course. At least I thought so at the time. But he’d been right to be careful with the massive text. Inside were stories of a land lost to time, each page illustrated with great care and skill. Myths and legends of the old gods and goddesses and their trials, stories of their people, their subjects, their heroes and enemies. And their beasts.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

I heard dad's voice, and he came into my view through the darkness. "I thought you were a ghost." I joked. "I was going through some old books. Found the exact one I was looking for," he said, handing me over a thick book that looked around a hundred years old. "What is this?" I asked. "It's a legendary, secret book about alphas who didn't approve of Moon Goddess's selection of mates and who fell in love with another," he spoke. My eyes shifted to his, and he quickly looked aside. Then he started adding more facts as he paced around; "Moon Goddess is the goddess we believe in. Humans might not even know her, but she's our goddess. She knows the best for us, and I don't think it's a good idea

Dark hair, a harshly-cut jaw, and these cold, emotionless eyes that never appear to settle on anyone long enough to give them any hope. Except mine. Once. In the library last year. He raised his head over a book, and our eyes met. And though he said nothing...though his face did not change, I swear something flickered there. Or maybe that was just another lie I had made up to get me through the day. Well, because look at me. And then look at him. The people automatically make way before him, as though he were not a person, but a god...Something untouchable.

The priest officiated our marriage and in a matter of minutes, he was sliding a ring down my finger and I, a ring down his finger. And just like that, I was married. To a handsome devil. A soulless being. A soon-to-be Bratva. ………….. The after-party of our wedding commenced and there was jubilation everywhere, except, I, the bride felt nothing but emptiness. I stood beside Vincenzo who didn’t utter a word to me, watching as the guests moved around, smiling, eating and clicking their wine glasses. “Ava,” My dad called, moving towards our direction, his shoulder tensed at the presence of Vincenzo but he tried to conceal it.