The Last God Comic Novels & Stories

"How are you?" He shrugged. "I'm a little intimidated," he admitted. "Really?" She was surprised to hear him admit that. "Sure. Apparently, Strand has this in the bag." Ellie tried not to laugh. "I'm somehow guessing that's not the case." "You're probably right," Ulysses said, leaning back against the kitchen island. "Besides, I'm pretty sure the Moon Goddess will have a hand in all of this anyway." "What do you mean?" Ellie asked, crossing to the fridge to find the juice her father should've emptied into the punch bowl. She found the jug and poured a little into her punch.

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

Mike's big hand covered mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Incarnation of Gaea, do you think you can stand against me?” The old God asked, his breath stinking like rot and decay, I could see black flecks spraying from his mouth with his words. “I think we can,” I said, my eyes narrowing on his expanse of sliding flesh. The skin on his body, if you could call it that, was still peeling and falling off with a glopping sort of splat when it hit the ground. I saw Zach’s nose wrinkle as he eyed the offending pile of flesh and Lance cringed at the stink. Perses lifted his head to the sky, his neck making loud crunching sounds as the bones ground together. Like I said, she clearly had really q

I approached the prison with such confidence that the gods stopped attacking Nixa. “Do you have any last words?” I asked the goddess of transformation. She looked at me with disbelief and then with so much fear that I smiled. “You will never see your mates again; you will die as a goddess, but they will be on another plane,” the goddess said as her last attack. Rage blinded me so much that I sent all my power against her. “You will cease to exist right now,” I said with such conviction that the goddess of transformation turned to ashes. A collective gasp was heard behind me, and I threw myself on the floor to cry.

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

At the forefront, an old man was telling a story. “One hundred thousand years ago, a human named Thea Callahan sacrificed herself to become the last part of the Ancestral God Rank Elixir to activate its power. After James consumed the Ancestral God Rank Elixir, he engaged in an intense battle with Heaven’s Adjudicators. Eventually, he died in the battle in the deepest part of the universe. “Thea and James’ great sacrifice earned peace for humanity.” … As soon as James walked into the tavern, he overheard the story.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

“It was a look of relief and then calculation. I knew then that there were many other stories, and he was relieved that you only knew of the one.” “F-ker,” Tony bared his teeth at the fire. “Do you think his god listened to him?” He added. Joseph Cline had spent the last half an hour of his life confessing his very extensive list of crimes to the One God, and then sighed into death almost peacefully. Talen swallowed hard. “No. There is no One God. There is only men, and their greed.”