Who Is The Death God Novels & Stories

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

He said with conviction. "No." She chuckled. "I was nearly dead when Marcos found me. I was unconscious for a month. I did not kill them, my dad did. And he kept the leader of the gang just barely alive till I woke up. He told me to do whatever I wanted with him and I did." She laughed out loud. "He pleaded with me so many times for death but I did not kill him. Marcos was the one who took pity on him and ended his life." She observed him, he was looking at her weirdly. She did not understand the expression on his face so she shaked it off.

"Draven transformed into a large black wolf with luminous amethyst eyes and violet electrical discharge crackling around his body. He was relentless and thirsted for power. He killed anyone who dared call him a lesser Deity. Because of this, people referred to him as the Rogue Deity. Still today, the few who know this tale dare not call him a lesser Deity for fear of becoming cursed. "Some say the wolf perished and became one with the earth, while others believe he is waiting for the eighth crimson full moon to rise, poised to wreak havoc upon this world as predicted by the famous Sorceress Elda Hammelelch. She foretold that his sole goal would be to kill his creator and take the Moon's plac

Everything and everyone reverted back to how they were before she crashed the wedding. “You're very smart to think they act alone.” He said sarcastically. “What did you do?.” She demanded. Her voice was low and teary with an angry undertone. “I recognize those two from the boat, I don't know what went down before now, but avenging yourself this way would only get you killed.” “If you're a fate god like you claim, you should know exactly what they did.” “Or I just don't care.” And he really didn't, he only followed up death. Human destinies were in their hands, all he did was give them what they wanted. Regardless of the fact it might affect someone else.

Vrethie said with a cruel grin, knowing how he was going to hurt her on their return. He would give her to the highest bidder. And the highest bidder was the one with the most money - the guy who ran the merciless CDA - her worst enemy - Eigen. The Earth Killer was happy to receive this gift. "Thank you, my little friends," he said, taking the scared princess under his long, twisted arm. His grin widened further as he looked over her - taking in all of her natural beauty. "She is a fine gift indeed - one befitting of a God of Death like me."

"We just hold it, so it doesn't have to be afraid alone." Cord fell to his knees on the stone floor. The sixty-five-year-old man, who had coldly calculated the trajectory of a thousand deaths, broke down weeping in the center of the vault. He wept for the twenty-one days. He wept for the innocence the continent had lost. And he wept because the soulless, mechanical monsters he thought he had created were actually crying out with the voices of his own people. Jace walked over and put his small arms around Cord’s neck, hugging the weeping elder.

He felt guilty. "No...but you gotta repay me. I'm killing your biggest enemy today." Amy said with cold expressions as she loaded her gun. They could see that she was angry, and Loran was going to die for sure. Everyone knew that she was the devil queen, but still, someone dared to touch her son, she wouldn't hesitate before burning down the world to save him. Mathew smiled hesitantly on hearing her words. He was getting quite scared and was now feeling bad for Loren. They sat in the car and started driving to the location.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

This second life belongs to someone else. This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want. This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first. But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell. First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies. He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse