To Kill God Novels & Stories

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.

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.

The moment the words left her mouth, Josh suddenly scrambled to his feet and slapped her with all his strength. Gritting his teeth, he roared, "That's my mother on the bed. My biological mother! You killed her!" Selena was utterly stunned. Her eyes were wide with horror as she slowly turned her head toward the body on the bed.

This bitch needs to be stopped, but I also understand there are so many risks involved and the last thing I want is to see Isolde get hurt again. “I have a question.” “Am I going to roll my eyes?” She asks, raising her perfect eyebrow at me. I smirk and give her a peck on the lips, “Not this time. I’m just wondering how a Goddess gets killed. Before meeting you I didn’t even know Gods and Goddesses existed, but from everything you’ve told me about them, it just seems so hard to imagine one being killed. Shouldn’t a God be unkillable?” “The only thing that can kill a God is the blood and magic of another God.”

She drove her hand straight through the god’s chest. Its divine armor shattered like glass. Her fingers closed around something burning, screaming, alive, its core. Khar’jun’s voice faltered for the first time. “Wait” Lyra crushed it. The explosion was silent. The god’s light collapsed inward on itself, imploding into a burst of dying starlight. When the dust settled, nothing remained of Khar’jun but a smoking crater and drifting ash. For one frozen heartbeat, A god was dead. Truly dead. The boy stared, chest heaving. “You just”

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

The Cathedral behind them collapsed in a plume of fire and dust, illuminating the night like the funeral pyre of a god. Edda was gone. But her final whisper still clung to the wind: You killed God twice. And something darker lingered in the silence that followed— the sense that killing a god doesn’t end the faith it leaves behind.

But right before everyone’s eyes, he evaporated. Nothing can kill a god. Nothing was supposed to kill a god. However, the blazing fire, under King Alaric’s command evaporated a god. It was a bad omen and it came calling the rest of the gods. A heavenly war ensued in a world that has been at peace for ages. King Alaric ended up evaporating two more gods and the fight didn’t end until the Almighty intervened.

Everything inside me stopped and I stared straight ahead. For a few seconds, I couldn't even process the words. "What?" My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Gaius is dead." I shook my head. "No." "Karma—" "No." I pushed myself away from the wall. "You just spoke about him. We were talking about him. How can he be dead?" "I know." "When?" "Not long ago." My breathing became uneven. "How?" "We're still trying to find out." I closed my eyes.