Novel & Cerita The Godsfall Chronicles

, I don’t know if I can make it.” Conner held my hand that was on his face and kissed my palm. “I now know how I have wronged you because of my selfishness. I was too clouded by my jealousy that I didn’t dare to confront you. I even resented you for believing what I thought I saw.” He looked down and caressed my hand inside his. “When my uncle Jack said that I must marry soon I loathed it, but then he gave me this folder which contained the woman who I am supposed to marry and knew that it was you I didn’t hesitate to say yes.” He looked at me with utmost sincerity “The moment you walked down the aisle I know that I wanted this even with that stupid contract. It didn’t matter if it was the o

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

I giggle. “Ah yes, another man with many rugs draped over his body masquerading as clothing. I fear that we may all die of a fashion emergency instead of another drought or war.” I smile and try to hold in my snorts, as the carriage enters a foggy forest, and Dante continues to mock every noble from the Wailing Coast to the Soundless Seas. “Lady Dyteria gave birth again,” I say, trying my hardest to be modest. One must be modest, after all, to set an example for the future lords and ladies I shall preside over.

"It's just my feeling, but he's from Lithonia, isn't he? a land blessed by a great God. Matthew, don't you think?" "Yes, Lithonia is called a heavenly version of the earth for gods. As told in the book, a goddess came down to earth and met a human, they fell in love and married. Their relationship resulted in a son who would become the first king of Lithonia that to the power inherited through the mother. The village which was originally small and isolated, slowly turned into the largest dynasty that was built for 1000 years. But, finally Lithonia was divided because of the civil war 1000 years ago, forming two new kingdoms. Edafos and Fotia, the two kingdoms were actually did not inherit di

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot. Buildings were left in ruins. Wailing and screams, chattering metal armours, and the resounding explosions of canons echoed in a flowing stream of rings. The World was in ruin; one would mistake it to be the end of the World. The War between the Ultiar gods: Ekron god of discord and darkness, and Vyorn goddess of Nature, had gone on for centuries. The mid 7000BC to 2000BC, felt the kind caresses of the sword and heavy form of magic.

I replied calmly, my eyes lingering for just a moment longer on the breathtaking view of the sprawling city beneath the massive structure, memorizing every detail of the mortal world I was currently walking within. I felt the gentle shift in the air as he departed, leaving me alone once again. Taking one last deep breath of the earthly air, I stood up gracefully. Behind me, hidden from mortal eyes, my large, majestic wings unfurled and fluttered once, powerful and light at the same time. With one strong push against the wind, I lifted off the edge, soaring high above the clouds, leaving the noise and chaos of humanity far below as I began my ascent back toward Heaven, toward the Golden Kingd

The sky itself had turned black—not night, not storm, but a swirling void of divine energy. The renegade gods had come. Elven towers collapsed in golden flame. Wolf clans were wiped out in a single breath. Whole forests that once whispered my name now burned, the trees screaming in languages only I understood. And there I was, standing on the palace steps, barefoot, blood on my lips, wings half-spread, as ten gods descended upon me in silver and shadow. Their eyes were cold. No mercy. No reason. “You sealed yourself, Moon Queen,” said one. His voice was pure gravity. “Your own strength is too great. And too dangerous.”

Inside, a maelstrom of dying gods writhes: skeletal serpents, eyeless colossi, things that hum in forgotten tongues. Soren grips my wrist. "Now. *Sever it.*" The storm thrashes, eager. But the Well's voice is a lament. *"We were kings. We were *light*. Free us, and we'll shred the Veil for you."* Eden's hand finds my shoulder. "Don't." But the Daughters arrive, starfire boiling the sea. --- **The Cut** Sacrifice is a language I know. I let the storm loose. It tears into the Well, devouring the dying gods, their screams merging with its thunder. The Daughters falter, their starfire dimming as the tether snaps. Soren howls a dirge, her Tidecaller magic gutting the Choir's reinforcements.

The cracks seal as if they had never been. I push myself upright, dizzy. A thin line of blood trails from my nose to my lip. My knees ache from kneeling; my palms burn from pressing into the weave. But the echo does not fade. Some are cut to bleed. --- The Divine Court of Solara Far above, the high chamber where the gods gather trembles with a pulse that halts every voice mid-sentence. The God of War’s sword-hand freezes. The Goddess of Oaths looks to the sealed doors with something dangerously close to fear.