Novel & Cerita The Unknown God Book

“Then what for?” “For war.” The firelight flickered across her face, and in that glow, I could see the truth: this wasn’t just Ayla’s mother. She was the last Luna before her. The one who’d defied the gods and lived to hide their child.

“The other Gods?” “I do not understand what you’re implying.” “What I’m trying to ask is whether you told them that you turned a Titan, one who once sat on the Great Circle of Gods, into a half-mortal? Then neglected to mention it to anyone as you mutated humans and had them fight your battle? Sounds to me as though you tried to cover up your mistake. Almost as if you were hiding it from them so they wouldn’t get involved. A situation a God of Nature would probably be required to abstain from.”

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part II) ​The sanctuary doors closed behind Kaelor with a dull thud that echoed through the empty corridor. He did not stop walking. It wasn’t because he lacked the courage to return, but because he feared that if he hesitated for even a single heartbeat, he would turn back. Beneath the heavy folds of his cloak, the infant stirred, letting out a quiet, thin cry that pierced the heavy silence of the heavenly halls. Kaelor glanced down, his chest tightening as tiny, luminous violet eyes met his own.

Those were only just scratching the surface of the iceberg of questions I had. I didn't just have questions about him. I had quesitons about me. About my family. Why was my blood activated and not my dad's? Was it activate by the rising of King Valarius? That would be a hell of a thing for him to rise up on the same day as my birtday. It just didn't add up in my mind totally. You know what would have been great? It would have been great if this goddess that I supposedly serve and fight for would have told me herself. Where is she? Do gods live on another plain of existence? So many questions. So few answers so far. My questioning was briefly halted when I drifted to sleep.

Even children had better attention span than this one. “Relax! You are not as special as you consider yourself to be. I didn’t exactly target you that day. I had accidentally discovered that one of the human drugs had an effect on Gods and laced it with a weakening spell to see if I could destroy the immortality of Gods. I had ordered my minions to use it on the first God to visit the Earth, and you just happened to be the first one to cross their paths,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

Unknowingly to them, it was because of a tech Anderson'd created about a year ago which deactivated integrated circuits anywhere in his house. Duke had been hollaing out, disdainfully, at Bob and Mike because they had refused to tell him what was going on for a straight thirty-minute. “Do you think they'd be back?” Mike asked Bob. “I really don't know. . . 've never seen anything like this!” “I wonder where they went to.” “I think it's space, mate. That dude, Andy, is Mcbornie town's genius. He probably went to inspect some aliens for his school work.”

" Whoever wrote this must have been the same person who wrote my name since they were both inked in by hand. I really knew nothing about prophecies or things of that nature, but I knew they existed and were usually foretold by a really powerful witch. I had so many un-answered questions as I flipped through the other pages in the book. There were images showing a witch preforming a spell on a wolf, and there were definitely some images depicting Selene, the moon goddess. One page was dedicated to Helios and a few other ancient gods had pages in the book too. Why were the Gods in my family book? As I flipped further the images got darker. Drawings of creatures that I’d never seen before…some

The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful. The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.

He casts me a cursory glance and goes back to distracting me. I huff and he looks at me again. The he tips his chin towards the book I'm reading . “What is that?” “A book.” He doesn't look amused “I mean what book is that? What are you reading?” “The history of veltrith Dominion. It's pretty interesting.” “Yeah?” “Uh huh. Do you know the gods appeared only once? Like since the breathed things into existence.” “Yeah. We were taught in school. They didn't tell us why though.”

— That's the problem, I don't know anything about him — I confess. “Yeah, well, that could be a problem I have the answer to,” he says, as he takes a small book out of his pocket. The small book fits easily into the palm of his hand, and he hands it to me. I open the first page of the black leather bound book, which has nothing on the cover, and inside are detailed pages filled with writing and paintings of moons much like the marks on my neck. — Do you want to read? It's the story of the forbidden god and everything he stands for. - Yes. I mean thank you. You wrote this? I ask. He shakes his head without saying anything else. I look down at the book and start reading about this forbidden go