To Kill God Novels & Stories

My mind was racing with a hundred different questions. “I can see that you don’t believe me. Here is a little insight on your great, great, great, great grandfather. Many years ago, he went dark. One of our most forbidden laws is that we cannot kill another God. He did and it turned him into something else. His power, once pure, now dark with death and destruction.”

Alexander The God of absolute dark powers pov (18 years after Ariella died) I had taken out most God and Goddess that were tier 3 or lower. The only ones I had left were tier 1 and 2. I made a promise that as long as Klaus made sure he let me know when he found her I would try to hold off as long as I could with killing them. His time was running out though. I had two more realms and than I would start killing tier 2 God's and after that I would kill all tier 1 God's destroying the way realms functioned forever.

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

She hissed at him, but he said nothing just staring at her as she looked away. Mikhail Mazza had never stepped his feet into the church to pray or listen to Scriptures. The last time, he'd been there was the day his father was buried. His father did believe in God, but he would never buy that shit. There was no God, you become a God if you want to and you punish who you want to. He was a God and everyone knew that. "Why fear someone people call God, someone they can not even see? I am God Ashley Mazza, I decide when to kill a person, and how to kill that person. I decide who to die and who to live, just like your mother and just like you." He said again.

His breathing slows, the whites of his eyes glaze over. And then he is dead. Dead. Goddess. I just killed a man.

They’ll reach out to me individually if they need anything else. I launch myself at the two men who killed one of my own. My claws scrape horrifically along the rebe’s flesh, and I shove him backwards roughly so he flies into the traitorous warrior. My fangs extend to wrap around the warrior’s throat. With a quick snap of my jaws, his life is extinguished. As my claws extend into the rebel’s chest cavity, he’s quick to meet the same fate. They’ve called me the God of Death for a reason, and I won’t hesitate to bring ruin to those who'd dare to sully my army’s good name.

I strained to focus on the conversation, to catch every word exchanged between them. [This is it, Seraphine. Pay attention.] I listened intently, my mind absorbing the conversation like a sponge soaking up water. Dorian's voice echoed in my thoughts. "...I must end it, Cassian. My resurrection was unnatural, a defiance of the natural order. The universe seeks balance. My continued existence disrupts that balance. But for me to truly live, you must die. Your death will be the sacrifice needed to maintain the equilibrium," Dorian said, his voice resolute yet laced with regret.

The world below us was collapsing into worship, and somehow I was supposed to stop it — or become what they feared most. “The longer they kneel,” I murmured, “the faster his legend spreads.” “Then we cut off the tongue,” Luca said. “End it before it takes root.” “You can’t kill faith,” I whispered. “It resurrects itself.” He turned to me. “Then what are you saying?” I looked down at the sea of flames. “If we can’t kill their god…” My voice dropped, cold as steel. “…we replace him.” That was how it began — not with a coronation or prophecy, but a decision made in the dark.

Isn't that despicable? The neighbors exchanged glances. "Who would've thought she would be such a person?" "Exactly. She's pretty but rotten to the core!" "She must be vain. I don't think she's a good person." I scoffed silently. "Slander is a crime, Shaun. Do you dare to say all that in front of a camera?" "Slander?" Shaun was furious. " You're still being stubborn, Rainey!" He raised his hand to hit me again, but I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. "Don't you dare!" I warned him. "Take another step, and I won't hold back!"