The Godsfall Chronicles Novels & Stories

“Yeah. We were taught in school. They didn't tell us why though.” “The gods created a veil to separate the divine from the mortal. But someone who was among the people who could draw magic from the veil,performed a ritual to see the true face of the gods. Instead,the person shattered the veil and three scourgeborn crawled out. Magic became violent and chose its weirder,sometimes warping their features. Kingdoms fell. There was Skyfire and blood storms everywhere. Veltrith collapsed temporarily. And that was when the gods appeared. They banished the three scourgeborn into the sea of singing teeth and made a decree. ‘Magic is no longer a gift,but a curse.Mortal hands Shall not hold what divini

“My King, the Frostfall Divide is a wild land. The Old Gods are restless there. And the tribes are… traditional. They may not welcome a human Queen.” Caleb’s gaze turned to Martha, cold and absolute. “Then they will learn to. My Queen’s grace has saved this Stronghold. Her presence is a blessing. Anyone who questions it will question me.” The journey to the Frostfall Divide was arduous. The landscape quickly transformed into a stark, frozen wilderness, where ancient, jagged mountains clawed at a perpetually overcast sky. Scarlett rode beside Caleb on a massive, black-maned warhorse, her spiritual senses on high alert. The deeper they went, the more she felt a creeping, dissonant energy—a sub

Dragón de Hierro, the Metal God who had been frowning, kept his mouth shut, was about to answer when Rey de Los Lobos's Thunder God spoke first: "She fell Mount Atardecer, must have been crushed to pieces. Already." "OH! God of Metal Dragón de Hierro, is it true that she fell into the abyss?” The Metal God Dragón de Hierro glanced at Rey de Los Lobos's Thunder God, then crouched and said, "She fell from the top of Atardecer."

It's 6,000x bigger than the third planet from the former solar system. The residents of Heavens Fall are called the Fallens. Their race may sound suspicious and dangerous, but it's the exact opposite. They are kind and protectors of this land. They possess a power called the void and are believed to be the descendants of the Angel Race from the unknown region. All was well and peaceful…but it was not for long. ~ Year 1500 of the Starlian Calendar ~ The third sun turned black and shattered to pieces as the Nightmare swarm approached the planet, advancing from their victory against the Starlian forces at the Land of Demise.

Something scary and old. The sky then split open even more, and a voice roared from the shadows like the earth itself. "The gods may have fallen—but now it is my turn to rise." As the last of the divine powers started to fade, the ground trembled violently. With my heart racing, I held the child close to me. The gods were indeed falling, but something else was rising, and the weight of what had just transpired was beginning to sink in. A worse thing.

Elias turned toward the three who had once sat highest among the Ascended. Cassiel looked up at him, expression empty. “Do what you must.” “I will.” Elias raised a hand, divine fire crackling in his palm. “Because if the gods fell once for their lies—” His voice dropped. “—they will fall again for mine.”

Azrael mirrored the satyr’s movements, only it was Rosalind in his arms, her movements fluid and graceful in a way all immortals were. I slinked closer, keeping to the back of the crowd where many of the sprites raced to and from the kitchens, refilling platters and enchanted goblets. Many faces I recognized, though I’d never had a reason or opportunity to converse with them. Aspen, God of the Seasons, waltzed by with two of his spawn in tow. Aviva, the lovely Goddess of Spring with her lilac gown full of blossoming flowers, and her brother Theros, God of Summer, whose tunic and breeches matched that of his sibling. I was able to spot the other two within the crowd of dancers. Rowen, God of

she smiled slowly, “uncover where they’ve been hiding.” I swallowed. Great. She stepped onto the enchanted dais, her voice calm but commanding. “Today, we begin where everything began… with the Thirteen Fallen Gods.” With a graceful flick of her hand, the wall behind her shimmered to life. A constellation of glowing symbols pulsed into place. The Thirteen Fallen Gods & Their Bloodlines "From their ash, we rose. From their blood, we were born."

"In the second stage, ancient cultivation sects and clans will reveal themselves and vie for supremacy. Immortal Kings in the heaven's realm will go to war, resulting in the upheaval of the Six Realms. In this stage, even Grand Completion Realm cultivators are no more than cannon fodder." He continued, "The third stage marks the downfall of every god in this world. Legend has it that there were cultivators, who were outside the battlefield of the previous Annihilation Times, made their return. The world has perished, and the Six Realms have collapsed. Thus, the third stage is also called the Age of Dharma Decline."

to go into an eternal rest, at least until something else that jogs its old bones comes along. And on this certain day, something did happen. The wheel of fate trembled, this seemingly little act made a resounding deep chilling whistle throughout all beings that have tasted the power of the cosmic and divine! For the wheel signifies the fate of an entire era, and any deviation or out-of-place movement only means one thing: Cosmic strings have been cut, and the old ways have been revived! The platform has been set! The veil has been shattered! The fight for the heavenly throne is underway. After 300 hundred chaos cycles, the heavenly laws are finally back to raise the platform of blood and sa