The Godsfall Chronicles Novels & Stories

You need to get your people to safety before it's too late. ‘There's a prophecy that has lived long before you were born. My father told me about it. He heard it from his father, and his father also heard it from his father. It's been circulating for generations. It is said that the island was ruled by gods for many years, until one day, power and greed got the better of them, and they began to fight over the island, each one of them wanted to have the kingdom to themselves. War broke out and the kingdom became divided. As you may have already guessed, that’s how we came to have all these kingdoms. Zion is rumoured to have been the heart of this island, where the gods lived before things fel

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

Raoul said with a smile. They got themselves comfy on the pillows, and Jamie laid her head on his chest. Raoul stroked Jamie’s hair, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me the tale of Starfall," she whispered. "Well, it is said that a few thousand years ago, the Moon Goddess and the Sun God had a daughter. The Realm of the Gods was filled with joy, as everyone welcomed the new child. The child grew strong and soon it was realised that she would become the Goddess of Wild Magic, the bridge between Animals, Plants, Elementals and Human Gods."

"His magic is in the air too. I can taste it." Drayton steps forward, taking the attention away from me for a moment. "I can smell that too, and taste it. But what if it is this Shinee you speak of? What are we going to do to go against an Immortal." "It's not an Immortal," Archer stresses, nudging Thorran to confirm. "A powerful Immortal isn't going to have an interest in something like this." He might. With an Alpha at least.

He whispered, creeping closer to me. A low growl filled the air as the golden brown coloured smaller wolf caught our scent. The huge black wolf looked at the the other wolf with curiousity, then sniffed the air turning in our direction. There was a large grey wolf next to the black one, larger than the golden brown wolf but smaller than the black one. Then the golden one started sprinting towards us, a louder growl rippled through the air and it froze, starring at the black one as it stepped forward, walking towards us. "Sky, we need to get out of here." He reached for my hand. The black wolf gave him a warning growl to back away from me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over so he was hidd

"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. M

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

Several big fissures appeared in the heavens as the evil gods descended on Earth. The Blood God, the God of Destruction, the Cold Lord, the Flame God, the Earth God, the Tornado God, the God of Bloodlust, and the Snake God—all eight evil gods had descended upon Earth at the same time. Wilbur summoned the broken pieces of the Light Armor from the Fire Dragon Ring. The pieces radiated a white glow as they hovered in mid-air, and Wilbur quickly used his mind to put them together before wearing the Light Armor on his body. "Hahaha!"

For the first time, Soren didn’t pull away. The mark ignited. A searing burst of light tore through the ruins, waves of energy scorching the earth. Travian screamed inside him — a thousand voices at once. You can’t separate what’s bound! Soren fell to his knees. The light and the dark within him collided, tearing his soul apart. The world split open above them. But the sky this time was not white. It was gold. And through that rift, shapes emerged — vast, crowned in fire and sorrow, their wings stretching across eternity. The true gods.

The gods didn’t hesitate. > “You named what was meant to remain unspoken. You remembered what was meant to die.” Azriel’s voice didn’t waver. “And we lived.” That was the fracture. The gods’ arrival began to unravel the world. The glyphs on the chamber walls—Fold symbols, Serros’s runes, Maen’s ancient script—all began to dim, flake, vanish. Like reality was losing the memory of itself. Velan cried out, falling to one hand. “They’re stripping the pattern!”