The Lonely God Novels & Stories

EZRA The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence but it wasn’t the good kind, or the peaceful, birds-chirping, Sunday morning kind. This was filed with silence, like someone had pressed their hand over the whole house and told it not to breathe. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My mouth tasted like metal, my back hurt from sleeping wrong, and my stomach was a pit of nerves. For a second I thought about just packing up and leaving—money or not, this wasn’t worth my sanity. But then I remembered Lilian’s face, her voice reminding me about the contract. I’d signed my life away for a paycheck.

Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.

I had been shown the real thing today. What a real beast he was. It was terrifying. If that were to go inside me, one motion could do what my husband did six-fold? Jetson was not entirely wrong. My husband was away from home most of the time. This fertile land of mine has gone untended. I had been burning with desire, like longing for rain in a drought. Watching the scene unfold, an indescribable urge turned into a warm current and surged up through my lower abdomen.

His face was frozen, only staring at the gray cement floor they stood on. “Solitary confinement didn’t give me the time I needed to say this, Officer Ines,” Leonardo says in a matter-of-fact tone, “It’s nice to know that I won’t be dying alone though.” “You’re bluffing,” Ines looks up to meet Leonardo’s unbothered eyes- They were old and weary, but it held up with so much promise. He wasn’t sure if it was his eyes or the lack of ventilation in this hallway that was making him sweat. As they continued to stare at each other, trepidation begins to settle in Ines’ throat.

I leaned over my plate and played with my food. “Maybe. You could find out he’s a king of another realm you can run off to, in some other reality. I know it sucks, but the feeling you get when you know they are there, it’s reassuring. You are never alone. Not really. I know you don’t want it, but trust me” Gareth grabbed my hand, to sort of get my attention. “you will wonder how you ever lived without them.” “I guess so. Thanks Gare.” I smiled, and started to munch a little bit more.

The god who made the invite to everyone, speaks. Destiny shrugs at the god’s -or as she calls him, her honey bunch’s- response. “At least he accepts his creatures and blah blah blah blah…” They all turn to the female who appears out of nowhere, seated on one of the free chairs in the room. Her hair packed into an elegant bun with her dark skin glittering as she lays on the chair, her legs dangling out of it. All the gods become alert, ready to attack if she tries anything. Selina, just sits still and watches the show. They have no idea who she is and how she got here which is odd. They are gods, they know everything in the universe.

light.The figure stepped forward, and as the shadows parted, Timbre gasped. It was an ancient Alpha, his presence commanding and terrifying, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that surprised her.“You are the key, Timbre,” the Alpha spoke, his voice echoing through the trees. “The power within you is not yours to command. It is ours, the legacy of those who came before you. But with it comes a great responsibility—a choice that only you can make.”Timbre felt a chill run down her spine. “What choice?”The Alpha’s expression softened. “To save him, you must give yourself to the power fully. Only then will you understand what it truly means to be the Lone Wolf. But know this—once you embrace

--- Elsewhere Hope collapsed to her knees. Ava caught her immediately. "Hope!" The little girl looked up. Tears streaming down her face. "She misses her." Daniel frowned. "Who?" Hope's voice broke. "The lonely girl." Mercer closed his eyes. Because somehow— Across realities— Hope was connected to her. --- Inside ORIGIN Emma slowly stood. The force inside her calmed. Not gone. Listening. The Creator looked smaller now. Not ancient. Not omnipotent. Just lonely. Painfully lonely.

“Because even gods are lonely.” The lightning fades. The forest stills. For a long moment, none of them move. And then—something impossible happens. One of the younger gods, her light trembling, steps forward. “He speaks truth,” she murmurs. “I feel his change.” The elder beside her snarls, “You feel? You forget yourself!” But she doesn’t stop. Her gaze meets mine, and in it, I see curiosity. Pity. Hope. “You’re not hollow anymore,” she whispers. “You’ve touched life again.”

Hearing Freya's blatant lies, I furiously lunged at her. She was lying. I never called her to curse at her! She was the liar! However, my soul passed straight through her. No matter how much rage I felt, I couldn't touch her. I crouched down in frustration. Weren't ghosts supposed to be powerful? Why was I so useless? Patrick spoke again, his voice turning even colder. "Freya, you're certain that Aubree called you often to insult you? That she even wished for you to die soon?"