The Unknown God Book Novels & Stories

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous. "This is forbidden knowledge," Lila whispered, her eyes wide with awe. "It's been hidden away for a reason." Kai nodded, his gaze fixed on the pages. "But we need to understand it if we're going to defeat the destroyers. We can't let this knowledge fall into the wrong hands." As they pored over the book, they began to decipher its secrets. The text spoke of an ancient ritual that could amplify the power of the supreme god, but at a great cost. It warned of the dangers of tampering with such power and the consequences that could follow.

- Yamato, Peter, Oliver - "I'm surprised you know of R'yarj." Yamato said. "How do you know about that?" Oliver asked Peter. "The eldritch are a mystery to most gods." "Hell's library." Peter said. "There's books on just about every bein' in the world. One of the books, written by Satan, is about the eldritch. The book didn't have much in the way of information, but it did mention the eldritch that had the ability to give deals." He sighed. "Satan's obsession with arbiters is one of his few positive traits."

And just like Thor, he knew much more than Dracula and his measly crew did. For starters, the secretive scholar wasn’t a normal scholar. This scholar was a god! And this wasn’t just any god. This scholar was a sensor god. Just like many other sensor god’s, this god wasn’t focused on battle prowess, but on discovering the unknown and fully understanding the secrets of the universe. He had one name; one title; this god was Ananse!

"Right." "I hope we can trust each other, Aidana. We have a lot in common," I hear him say from the doorway of my room. Glancing up to meet his gaze, confused at this strange farewell, I see nothing. He has disappeared. Maybe I would put more attention into deciphering his strange methods if I weren't so excited to delve into this book. Sitting under a reading light, I quickly pull through the pages. Most are on the History of the Moon Goddess. There's little interest in that to me, considering it's the everyday life I have been living for many years.

I know you left work. I just stared at his text before my phone rang again. “What!” I screamed down the phone, my voice breaking. “Harper talk to me.” “I don’t want to talk to you. Not sure what you’re not understanding about that.” “Please.” He was practically begging. I hung up the phone and threw it on the floor. I ignored it as it rang again. I huffed getting out of bed and ran myself a bath. I got into it, my head almost going under the water and just stared at the bathroom wall. As I calmed down my brain went back to the situation. Had I over reacted? I certainly didn’t over react to a hand on my throat but maybe the money thing I did. Clearly it’s a soft spot for me. There was somethi

I almost laugh in sympathy for myself as the god places the book down on his lap only to turn his gaze towards me in nonchalance like the situation I was in was only natural, nothing new. "How did I end up here?" I ask and then with the flawless composture still in place, he stands up with the book magically disappearing and as he walks towards me assessing my frantic state he finally seems to realise something must haven't been right the same moment I narrow my eyes at the amber eyed culprit. Inhaling a deep breath I calm myself trying to believe there was a rational reason for me to be mummified alive as the god remains quiet without attempting to explain.

Adam's POV After learning the truth about myself twelve hours ago, I spent the night talking with my parents, then my wolf. I wanted to learn what I could about werewolves, so I decided to go to the library. Every book I read talks about our kind as though we are fantasy. To be fair, I used to think that way. I was sitting at a table in the middle of the library reading through my fifth book when I was suddenly overwhelmed with a jasmine and rose fragrance. It was so sweet and intoxicating.

An inescapable and inevitable end that no demons, gods, or human can run from. There are two manners of the Ungodly Decay: the major Decay or the minor Decay. The minor Decay is a precursor; a dismal harbinger of the future coming of its more-grievous counterpart and what Xiao Chen was presently experiencing was exactly that. But what comes after is the actual Ungodly Decay that has never failed to strike fear into all that hear this name. It was like a judgment from Heaven: fateful and formidable. The Heavenly Emperor, the Nether Emperor, the Lord Buddha, or even a mage so powerful with the powers as great as the Supreme Realm or the True Nirvana Realm; nothing matters. No one escapes the U

“What do you mean?” “Some of his books ended up in the library at school—anything dealing with the gods.” Eliza swept the sidewalk around them with her eyes to make sure no one was paying them any attention. “Oh, okay. Right. He was a demigod?” She nodded. “Some of the founding fathers were.” “It’s so . . . weird. I mean they all did things that were incredible, like no regular person could do. And now it all makes sense.” “Mm-hmm,” she confirmed. “Much of this country’s founding was really a dedication to the gods—the architecture, the sculptures, the paintings, symbolism, all of it. Athena herself invested time in the founding of this country.”