The Broke God Novels & Stories

Worship made me blind. Now I see. Now I take. Now I become the kind of man who doesn’t break. Because broken things don’t bleed. They cut.

“What the hell is happening?” He leaned against the marble counter, breathing through his mouth, blood dripped into the sink, bright against white porcelain. “I broke the covenant,” he said quietly. “The one I swore to the Moon Goddess, never to interfere in Isabella’s life. I crossed the line tonight.” The words punched me in the sternum, guilt flooded so fierce I almost staggered. “I told you to fuck the covenant. I said—”

Don't let yourself go. My son faced me. "Nyla, you loved me when I was broken," he said tenderly. "I still do!" I sobbed. "Darkness is not you!" He looked at the crown once again. Then, to my surprise, he smiled. "No," he replied. "I'm not." He shattered the crown in a single, swift motion. It broke into dust and shouted. The light burst into the sky. The forgotten god howled. It screamed, "NO!" "I own you!"

The Goddess answered Luna's questions honestly, explained aspects of divine governance, discussed the nature of bridges and why they were rare. "You're lonely," Luna observed at one point. "Being divine means being separate. You can't really connect with anyone as an equal." "Perceptive. Yes, godhood is isolating. Bridges understand that isolation in ways other mortals don't. You exist between worlds, never fully belonging anywhere. We're alike in that way." "Is that why you wanted to meet me? You're lonely too?" The Goddess smiled sadly. "Perhaps. It's been a very long time since anyone surprised me, challenged me, refused to simply accept my plans. You remind me that free will, true free w

Only pure, selfless love. A faint, sad smile touched his translucent lips. "In our first life… I only learned the truth after you were gone. That you took a silver bullet for me. That it was what killed our pup. A shaman showed me everything…" His voice faded. "This time… I get to be the one who stands in front. This time, I get to be your shield." "No!" the dark god struggled frantically. "I will not be bound by a mere mortal!" It unleashed an even greater power, trying to break free from Austen's soul cage.

I have a huge smile on my face completely unaware of what's about to happen. "Okay, I Heather Black, Gamma's daughter, reject Allistar Macken as my mate." She doesn't even flinch as she rips my soul apart. She even has a smile on her face. All I can feel is the burning in my heart where the bond is trying to sever. God it feels like there's fire burning through my veins and all my bones are breaking at the same time. This pain is unbearable. I never in a million years thought being rejected was a possibility. People are rarely rejected because we all know how precious the gift of a mate is.

I pulled out of the hug in shock “What? But I thought we had a deal that they will give us a year, knowing the fact the restaurant was destroyed” “Mrs Ruby!” A deep voice yelled my name, I turned to see a man standing behind me, “Mr Gibson I thought we had a deal you said we have a year to pay back the money” I yelled at him, "you gave me one year to pay you back the debt we owe you.” Mr Gibson looked at me and smirked “Look Mrs Ruby you are married to one of the richest man in the city, I'm done with all these your stupid excuses as to why you cannot pay me back what you owe me, I cannot wait anymore longer give me back my money or else”

“Brock Chase. You have committed heinous crimes against your family, fellow wolves, and the Moon Goddess. You destroyed the lives of innocents today, all gifts from the Moon Goddess., especially the life of an unborn. For these crimes, you will be granted with death.” Kneeling at Brock’s side, Gemma plunged a hand into his chest cavity. Brock’s face held the denial he must have been feeling as her hand dug for his heart. His own hand shot out, grasping at Gemma’s stomach. “No!” I yelled! Even as his claws shredded through skin and organs, she never faltered.

I married Luca, the godfather I'd grown up with since childhood, and he tore off my veil with his own hands at our wedding. "The wedding is void. You were never the real Vitale princess." I turned to Dante and Sebastian in disbelief—the four of us grew up together, they adored me beyond reason, there was no way they'd just stand there and watch. But Sofia came walking toward me, smiling, an arm looped through each of theirs: "Sister, you're imagining things. The name and the engagement both belong to me." I tried to step forward and demand answers. Luca stepped on my train and sent me crashing to the floor. Sebastian crouched down, his smile gentle, his tone like someone coaxing a diso

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher. For every number they spat, my wrath sharpened like a blade waiting to be drawn.