Throne Of Gods Book Novels & Stories

​The peace that followed the Great Slaughter was not a quiet one. It was a reconstruction—the rebuilding of a world that had been broken for a millennium. Thorne Manor, once a dark fortress of secrets, was now the beating heart of a global supernatural shift. ​I stood on the balcony of the throne room, watching the sunrise bleed across the horizon. Beside me, the two massive stone gargoyles that had stood guard for centuries seemed to lean in, as if listening to the new world breathing.

The cover reads 'Legend of the gods. Curiously, I flipped open the first page while still standing at the top of the ladder and I read. 'long ago, before any being was created on earth, the three powerful gods rule the earth. There was the sun god Helios; creator of light and master of the day. Selene the moon goddess who created the moon. Mistress of the night and Mother of all living creatures in the world. She created the supernatural creatures and also the humans. Then last of all is Khaos, known as the legendary beast. He was the least of all gods and the moon goddess put him in charge of taking care of her children on earth so there would be peace among all. The moon goddess gave him a

Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown "The realms were to align at a certain line, thus the supernatural phenomenon occurs. The action which will release the gods of three pantheons which surround Born By Power. The pantheon of the greek, the pantheon of the norse and the pantheon of the Egyptian." The previous editor spoke once more giving life to the scene. "We have lost all, everyone we thought we had. Those who we thought we loved and loved us." Those who meant a fragment of ourselves." "Those who served individual purposes in our lives, but we are still here, standing strong."

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot. Buildings were left in ruins. Wailing and screams, chattering metal armours, and the resounding explosions of canons echoed in a flowing stream of rings. The World was in ruin; one would mistake it to be the end of the World. The War between the Ultiar gods: Ekron god of discord and darkness, and Vyorn goddess of Nature, had gone on for centuries. The mid 7000BC to 2000BC, felt the kind caresses of the sword and heavy form of magic.

To every reader who has journeyed with me through the shadows and lights of this story - thank you. This book was born from grief and healing, loyalty and rebirth. It was a story of letting go, of learning how to run again even when everything hurts. Lyra's path wasn’t easy - and it’s far from over. The story continues. Book Three - Lyra : Dawn of the Divine The gods have awakened. Lyra thought she'd lost everything - her mate, her future, her place in the world. But the Moon Goddess has chosen her for something far greater than she ever imagined.

Kael froze violently in my arms. Golden light exploded from his body hard enough to throw everyone backward except me. The fractured realm cracked completely open beneath him while stars spiraled downward toward existence like collapsing suns. And above us, the throne appeared. The celestial court immediately dropped to their knees in terror. The Silver God looked devastated. Nyros bowed his head instinctively despite fighting it with every ounce of strength inside him. Because the Throne was not merely a power. It was an authority older than the gods themselves, and it wanted Kael.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

I tell him. "So, you're telling me that some goddess has given me to you?" He asks. I laugh, "When you put it like that, it makes it almost sound heinous. Let me tell you a story so you may better understand,” I say. “Actually, you might recognize the first part of this story,” I tell him. “And why is that?” He questions. “Because the goddess in this story is Alira the same one that the Fires were named after,” I say.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.