Who Is The Death God Novels & Stories

Long black hair hung loose past his shoulders, and dark, nearly black eyes bore into mine. I thought to ask who he was when I noticed the bident in his hands and knew who I stood before. I quickly took to a knee, bowing my head. A God was visiting me. Not just any God, either. I am before one of the original six. The God of Death, Hades, stood before me with a somber look on his pale face.

“I am really confused now.” “Egerth is the god of nature. The rules of anything natural, he enforces it. Which means he is able to turn that which is unkillable, killable. It was how he killed himself in the first place.” “So, if Egerth is resurrected, they could kill gods?” “That would be the general idea, yes,” Quene replied. “Then it couldn’t be a coincidence that I ran into Uriel in the mortal world, could it? I also felt the presence of another just like her. I am sure you two can deal with that, yes?”

Her voice came out low, "...you know about his death?" "That shouldn't be your next question, Isabella." He made sure to watch her expressions. Her face was blank at first. How did he know her name?! "Wh- Who are you?!" She moved back, letting her back hit the door. She was getting wary of him. He smiled again, happy she finally asked. "Pardon me, my lady. I am a demon by the name, Daimen." He smiled even brighter as if proud he could finally introduce himself.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

Lysander’s presence fades like silk sliding off skin and the third god arrives. This one feels completely different from the other two. Cold. Patient. Vast as the empty space between stars. Ancient in a way that makes War and Pleasure feel young by comparison. Sable. Even my name sounds like a funeral bell when this god says it. I am Morven. Death claims the final bond. “Death God. Wonderful. What exactly do you require from me?”

Aengus snapped. Azrail was the god of death who was tasked by Aengus in picking up the souls of the dead to bring them to the god of life, Asher, who on the other hand, was tasked with the reincarnation process afterwards. "Yeah. Yeah. Will you just shut up? Any words that come from your mouths are just irritating me," Abbadon said in a tone that is void of emotions and care while ignoring all the piercing glares that the other gods and goddesses who don’t like his very existence are shooting him.

I’ve never met anyone who was that close to one of the Five before. The Five are gods and look after all the realms. The god of death or as some know him as, the grim reaper, the goddess of life, the god of fate, the god of war, and the goddess of peace. The Five rule over us and guide us. Many covens worship them. This coven is very different as they don't worship Death but work for him. They collect souls for him. It should freak me out that Zane is a descendant of death himself, but it doesn’t. He is also a necromancer, which alone would freak most people out, along with his dark magic and manipulation of shadows. I should be terrified of him and his entire coven, but I’m not. Maybe it’s

Since their time is running low and everyone has their orb, he needs to get his self the orb. When they look at Nisemono, he was quiet, like a scared boy terrified to admit he stole money from her mother's purse. He nibbled his lower lip and smiled awkwardly. "Pika said the guardian of the dark orb is the Angel of Death." That gave them some kind of gloomy wind. They knew they would face the Angel but not when he holds one of their keys for them to go home. This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel.

I demand to my subordinates. Thanatos, my commander mind links Josiah to order that he check in. Thanatos was once the God of death. If it had not been for Hercules and Sisyphus, Death would have still ruled and been feared by mortals and immortals alike. He fell to their traps and was transformed into a dark angel with the assignment of guiding souls to the Netherworld.