The God And The Gwisin Novels & Stories

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

I took my time sipping my coffee, my tone carrying a trace of pity. "I'm laughing because you think you're clever, but you never even figured out what kind of man your biological father really was. "The truth back then wasn't what you think it was." Celia sneered. "My father's diary spelled everything out. You want to whitewash the Eckharts? Don't even try." I shook my head. "Your father didn't just falsify the books. He used his position to transfer twenty million from Eckhart Holdings into a private account in Switzerland.

The freezing, biting wind of the high peaks rushed in, carrying the faint, metallic scent of snow and ancient magic. Standing on the platform, waiting for the train, was Elias. The forty-two-year-old sovereign wore no armor. He wore the simple gray wool of his office, the silver band blazing around his forehead. He looked at the locomotive, his golden eyes finding mine through the open door. "Welcome home, Grandmaster," Elias transmitted, his psychic voice carrying the heavy, unyielding weight of the mountain itself. "Let us finish the Forge."

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

Good intentions. "Fine. Here's a fact about me. I'm the Moon Goddess, who is meant to be good, and perfect. I'm not sure what sick freak decided to mate me with a Sin – lust especially – but we aren't meant to be together," I tell him, all in one breath. "Does that bother you?" he asks gently, tone like silken smooth honey, running off my senses. I can feel it in the flutter of my heart and shivers up my spine.

I said. “That makes sense.” “Nightusic is a plant that was used in the last century by witches to avoid the mass killing of witches. They ate it and all fell in, managing to convince the entire world that they all somehow met their fate at the same time and fell ill with a curse. After that, they all disappeared and were never found again. Only 50 years later, witches were found again. No one really got to know what caused it till the plant was ingested by a woman and she fell ill, stopped breathing, and 3 days later, she awoke. Free of the illness and cleared.” I told him.

"I was too puzzled to say a word, Gwen couldn't possibly reject me could she?. I asked myself. I quickly shook off my thoughts. I had no feelings for Gwen, whatever I did for her was what a mate would simply do. There was no way I would mark an omega wolf would I? There was no way I was in love with an omega wolf. I was going to keep denying my feelings and pushing Gwen away until the moon goddess realized she made a mistake. But how could she love someone else apart from her mate?. I had asked myself. "I know you have lots of questions and doubts my king." "But she's probably the wrong mate for you." "You need a luna, fierce and strong, brave and loyal to support you." "I can clear your dou