The Other Gods Novelas e Histórias

Ylonte’s eyes held curiosity in them, and I would pay to know what laid beneath the curiosity. “The time has finally come for us to meet face-to-face. Let me give you a history lesson while you eat.” A fond smile stretched across his lips as he looked at me. “We Gods have been around for a very long time. This is the Godly Realm where we reside alongside the other Gods as well. We each have our own secluded area. The problem with having so many different species is the fact that more room for discord is created. As such, we all banded together and strategized how to eradicate that discord. Each of us has chosen or will choose our own warriors,” he told me. He

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."

says mother in desperation. I stand there in shock as I’m hit with wave after wave of shocking information. It’s like truth vomit just pouring out of my mother without an end in sight. The story I thought I knew about my animai being the first sanguidae ended up being so much worse. I’m somehow paying for some love triangle among three Gods that resulted in Gods being killed and cursed. The very Orraikam I protect, the remnants of Fretez’s magic, only exists because a Goddess thought screwing over two other Gods would be amusing. I’ve always defended the Gods, but fucking hell, no wonder most people hate them. We’re all suffering because of their petty fucking drama. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

"Because the moment the other gods learn a new god is born, and more so a god of death, they're guaranteed to pit the whole world against him or try to claim his head at their earliest convenience." New gods could be born in the heavens completely at random. Whether it was from the will of the universe or from a billion wishes. Sometimes they just popped up. Then there were the gods who came to being. These gods were usually born from something dark, and were usually already a living being. Such as the god of death. Fallen/cast out gods were already bottom of the barrel in the eyes of the divine. Imagine one who's brought into the world by nothing but negativi

The other time it happened, she… died? A memory of another life, of another world, flickered in his mind. He had been … he frowned…a God? Not a good one, but one born of Chaos and Death. A God from another world. He had been full of rage and hate and had indeed feasted from the bodies of his enemies. Seven deadly beasts followed him, and together they were unstoppable.

Kanati nods and speaks to Kamama, who translates: “When we returned to the Land of Ever Summer, all the souls of the fallen were gone. As were the gods who should’ve been there.” “And all the gods in the 13th Heaven,” Huitzilopochtli adds. Kanati speaks again. Kamama continues: “We searched across other homelands. There was… no one.” “What do you mean, no one?” Nora asks, her eyes narrowing. “Just that,” Huitzilopochtli replies. “There were literally no other gods or goddesses anywhere. They vanished. And they left everything behind.”

Thanatos asked, he planned to confirm everything now that he has already summoned the first level of Thaterean. “I don’t know whether I wanted to, I can’t even confirm my late actions,” Zhang Fei Fei said. “he must be a real adversary, I don’t know much about gods that existed before the other gods, but since he is capable of doing something like this, he should be, Lucifer, Satan, God the Creator level or slightly below” Thanatos said as the scythe slowly disperse with the Chariot, he seems to have already calmed down. “Is all the gods that existed before the older god this scary” Zhang Fei Fei asked.

Noah’s smile stiffened, “How… how about other gods?” Black paused, deliberating over his word choice, “Some worlds have multiple gods or even a supreme god; however, yours does not.” Black coughed awkwardly, “And even if your world did have a god, those so-called deities only hold power within their own world. However! Rare as they might be, the multiverse does have entities powerful enough to be considered as gods, but they are in no way… holy.” What followed were outraged exclaims of “Hey!” and “Who are you calling unholy?!?” (凸ಠ益ಠ)凸

Ronan growled. The Archivist’s gaze was unwavering. “The other gods.” A stunned silence fell over the group. The other gods. The ones who had fought against Serelai in the first war. The ones who represented the necessary, destructive forces of the world: storm, famine, drought, winter. “They are not evil,” the Archivist said, as if reading their thoughts. “They are a part of the whole. But they have been imprisoned, starved, for millennia. And now… they are waking up. And they are hungry.”

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.