Universe 1 God Of Destruction Novels & Stories

He looked around the table. We all nodded. "According to The Lost Ones, the deity is not Prime. At least not here on Azica. Here the being is noted as Byrjun. Which means ‘early' or ‘beginning' in Earth's Icelandic languages." "So, what? They're brothers or sisters? Repopulating all the different universes with the same basic theological system?" Xander asked. "That could very well be. It could be that all of the known universes were started by this beginning or early family. That would make the most sense for what is in the rest of the book."

I had sworn never to accept the bond again or to bow to him, to this pack, or to the moon goddess that had watched me break the first time. And yet, against my will, Darius had dragged me back here and crowned me the Luna of his pack. He hadn’t cared how the Elders had frowned or whispered in disapproval. Not that he ever would. Darius Thorne was not a man who sought permission, he took what he wanted and made the world adapt to his will. And the Elders, for all their pride and supposed wisdom, didn’t have the spine to challenge him openly. None of them would ever do that.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

“Let’s save the world.” As they ascended the long tunnel toward the surface, the entire university shook with apocalyptic force. The final champion of the Lunar Rage — a colossal, intelligent monstrosity that had absorbed the rage of tens of thousands — stood waiting for them in the ruined central quad, its body formed from the collected nightmares of everyone they had lost. The last battle had arrived.

There was a shred of fear even as the mystery woman replied coolly, "I don't know. But if it is truly the coffin that once destroyed the gods, we need to be prepared." The pupil of the Great Eye twitched as she continued, "All life has been growing without end and draining dry the universe of precious resources, overloading the universe… That's why the Root saw fit to forge the Coffin of the Gods, appearing once every ten million years to wipe out all life!"

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

She held his gaze her eyes pleading, the silence and tension between them almost deafening "One condition" he growled "next time, next incarnation, I want something more than this, I have chased for aeons next time you're mine, enter into an Elysian Oath with me" "But my vows with my sisters, I can't do this" she whispered "don't do this" "Cannot or will not" came his stern voice "I am the only God left who knows how to use that, other than those who'd use your death to enslave existence, besides I'm dead sooner or later, an Elysian Oath ensures my continued existence"