The God Players Novels & Stories

“I guess you all understood what Elena told you.” He calmly said trying to get the mood. He saw the others nod their heads reluctantly as they waited for him to explain. Ivis then get to the point. “You see, the game was a setting to find the best players.” He started as he cautiously watched their expressions. “However, the real reason why the Creator choose ten players was to have the best talents to deal with the otherworldly matters.” Everyone wrinkled their brows, quite confused about the meanings of his words. Ivis helplessly smiled at them and explained.

Gu explained this to them. Everyone gawk at her explanation but Georgia was also amazed. Clap. Clap. Clap. Georgia praised her. "Now, let me add." Georgia takes its eyes off from Gu. "I also want to discuss something with all of you. This is all about the Game. The Game of that God!" Georgia said. "Did you receive the message from God already." Georgia asked. "Hmmm..." The rest of them nodded. "I don't know if we are watched by that God or not. But I think he was. Jin and Lewis were his. The two of them were like his eyes and so ours. We used his contacts." Georgia said to them. It was a good point also.

A very clear and intense look that said, “What the fuck do you think we’re trying to do, idiot?” “Fine,” I said. “And why won’t the Pope send you down there? You look ready.” The old gods were clearly the most powerful players here. Get them on your side and you were gucci. The problem was getting access to them. “Why don’t you go ask him?” said Claire, in her needlessly confrontational style. I walked around the ring, excusing myself as I squeezed past the undead. They shifted their knees out of the way to let me by.

That night was the night that she first noticed a big change, she saw Agbe around the camp and it was like a flash, he disappeared, and the next thing, they all were Leaving the land, when she looked around and couldn't found anymore around, she followed them to see where they were going without a word, and they went to the ships, she said, "up till now I still don't understand what happened." GOD'S DILEMMA After the knowledge of her life been kept in the land, these gods became more certain that the kingdom of gods and goddesses was not destroyed by fire, they looked forward at talking with the new general, and the only way they could get that done was to get caught, Atinuke and some other

He even rubbed his eyes to see if he was hallucinating. He was sure his eyes did not lie to him. The three random players were highly skilled experts! 'Yes! Even God is on my side! I teamed up with highly skilled players!' he exclaimed. Finally, he felt he had a chance in winning the game. He whispered to Corinne, "I'm so d*mn lucky! We teamed up with three players that have maxed out the level! Corinne, all you have to do is make sure that you won't be a burden, and we can win this! Stay in the back and listen to my instructions!"

After eating, everyone stayed in the living room to rest. Although they were in the Duncans' villa, Karl went upstairs for a nap after the meal, leaving the whole living room to the young. Without Karl, everyone felt at ease and lay on the sofa, holding their phones and playing games together. They did not have to turn on the microphones. They could shout at each other. They were all high-ranking players in God of War with excellent techniques and strategies. Ronin was too aggressive to make a kill, exposing his position to the other party. Just as he was about to be beaten up, Ronin shouted anxiously, "Help! Catherine!"

Things that didn’t exist yesterday. The sound they make—gods—it’s wrong. Like bones grinding in a furnace, like something old clawing its way back into the skin of the world. They call themselves the Godspawn. But I know what they really are. Elara’s lies made flesh. The first one lands in front of me. It doesn’t sound like a man when it hits the ground. It sounds like the earth breaking its own spine. Dust shatters into the air. Rocks crack. The smell of sulfur slams into me like a fist. And gods—

he was a player and she knew it, but she wasn't looking for relationship right now, neither did she want any attachments Cynthia looked down at the heavy, tanned arm resting on her abdomen and frowned, she had always hated contact the most, however, neither Drake nor Jefferey repulsed her. Cynthia scoffed, it must be something they did, how did they manage to charm women out there that they came flocking at their feet anyway? she slightly turned to face him and met his handsome face close to hers. he was a greek god. she could remember quite well how his body looked like in that towel. Cynthia gulped and reached out her fingers then brushed his long lashes that very much didn't deserve him.

Talen turned the conversation back to topic. “It’s more what she didn’t say,” Aislen told him. “In the game, all the chess pieces were people. But their faces kept changing. And they were people I knew… Aaron told me once that the war between the gods was like a great big game, and we were the pieces on it,” she added thoughtfully. “I think it was all a metaphor for the war. She told me that all the players were on the board, but that I needed to play the game. And then she check-mated me, and my chair fell through the aether, and I landed in the bed.” “And kicked Rhett in the balls,” Cameron enjoyed that part, his arm draped over Rhett’s waist as he nuzzled up to his back.

Slowly, I begin to smile. “Whose hubris makes her overstep her power. This Game –“ “Is my Game now,” I hiss, whipping my hand in front of his face and snatching it into a fist like I’m grasping a fly out of the air. “Mine. You have run it into the ground, and now it is mine. I claim it. I make the rules – me and me alone.” “I am done with you,” the God growls, stepping towards me, leering over me, his dark power beginning to seep from his body, to pool around him. “Damn the consequences – damn what that Goddess makes me pay –“