Trickster Gods Dnd Novels & Stories

“What would a god possibly want with so much blood?” “Not all gods are loving and benevolent. They can be rather ruthless, you know. If they want something, they will use whatever means available to them,” said Jester, trying to keep his voice neutral. Not very easy to do, since this was a topic he especially disliked. “Because they are gods, they think everything belongs to them and lives for their sake. It’s in their nature to think like that.”

asked a deep, gravelly voice from a shadowy corner of the room. “Trust? No, father I do not trust him. He is reliable in that he knows the consequences of any . . . errors he may commit. He will do what I tell him and gather what information is desired.” Clurife turned to give respect to his father, Hades, as the god floated into the center of the chamber.

"Were you brought back from the grave as well? Is that why you are familiar with this demon?" Lana shook her head slowly. "My return to this world is my nature. That is the Goddess’s purpose for me—over and over again." I frowned, the weight of her words sinking in. The way she spoke suggested her existence was a cycle, as if she had walked the earth in more than one lifetime. "The first time I encountered the Trickster, it was during my mother's time," she continued, a shadow of sorrow crossing her features. "She defeated it, but she never recovered from the cost of that victory. It claimed her life in the end."

The little dragon finally let go of the anger in his heart; he looked at Tang Shu and asked everything he knew about that creature. “If I’m not mistaken, the Dragon Emperor used to refer to that creature as an ‘outsider’ or the ‘God Tribe’!” Tang Shu explained everything he knew about the creatures who called themselves the God Tribe. Creatures not born in this world, creatures whose purpose was to destroy and seize the natural resources of others.

, she said. Like a chain reaction, everyone stretched their hands out for a handshake and told me their name. Their voices overlapped each other and I almost got them mixed up. "You do realize that you won't be going home for a while, right?", said Tristan, biting his nails. I think about the non-existent home and the cold streets. I wasn't going back there. I'd rather be a werewolf. "I don't have a home", I reply nonchalantly. There was a short silence and everyone looked uncomfortable. Tristan looked like he was kicking himself for asking the question