The God Of Death Novels & Stories

Goddess was about to cry when Hades couldn't bear it and stood up in anger. "Mother don't cry... your wish will be fulfilled. I promise, if Lucifer will ever fall in love with this human woman, I will go to earth and kill her and take her soul with me and throw it in the fire of damnation where he will never find her! And you can find someone from heaven for him and he can come back to heaven. So please mother, stop worrying. I hate to see you in distress!" Hades calmed his mother down. Goddess was happy and seeing her relaxed ... Hades left. He is the god of death; he has never cared about any human soul. Taking a life is nothing for him, so he didn't even fo

Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote: “I am the first and the last and the living. I was dead, but now I live forever, and I have the keys to death and the underworld. ”But at the same time he began to shape the Spaniard's weak spirit according to his will: All your SINS, remember them Cristiano. Convert yourself and SERVE me, this is the only way I can save you. Show me the way out and your HEART will be as CLEAN as that of his baby on the day of his birth. Eternal DAMN is waiting for you for your sins, don't you understand? This is your only chance to save yourself for your FAMILY. Don't you want to see your mother again? You have to take it FOR HER, C

"Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantly. Take and swear that you will keep your words after revealing the secret I have with you...take it." Ije stared at the wooden artifact. She stood up from her chair and took a step backward. The man stood up too and took a step forward. "Are you scared?" He asked.

I put my hand on his chest. “I know you.” “And you know what type of man I am. As if someone could fucking order me to kill someone. Do I look like someone who can be ordered around?” His eyes were black and he looked down at me. I shook my head. “I was really hoping this was going to be nothing. Not even go to trial so I didn’t tell you. When it did I shit myself but I still couldn’t find the words.” “Any words would of done Dimitri.”

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

The hand that had touched his daughter disintegrated into ash. “Oh, silence!” Adorus snapped. “You have no right to mourn.” “You killed your own daughter!” Draven howled. “She was mine, you fucking bastard!” Adorus closed his eyes. “Do you know why a god must become mortal when he pursues a lover?” “Fuck your riddles! I don't care for your sentiments!” Draven spat, writhing in the fire.

He had certainly not thought this through as he had been hoping that he would resolve whatever it was that was between him and the old wolf amicably. He looked at Grimshaw for a while with his mind not thinking straight at the moment when someone spoke. “A duel. I propose a duel lord wolf.” Caelum suddenly said “And you, who might you be?” Grimshaw asked him “The second piece to your puzzle. I am the god of death.” He said “And you think I care about you or who you are? I have everything I need already with her. She is life and I would be ruling the living.” Grimshaw said

Aubrey explained, getting shocked glances from the beings much larger than he was. "In the mortal realm, we needed to study and become the best in order to get money and live without dying. Here you don't need to eat all the time, you can starve but you can't die from starvation. You can live anywhere and still be a god. Even though your high beings from mortals, there's still that one being higher than you and that's the only being who commands every single thing, while you're restricted to what you do. You can't control every single thing, even if it belongs to you. So you just need to find a way to prevent death if you can't control it. Giving up and being afraid won't solve anything. It

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.