Wicked God Novels & Stories

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.

he said. “You are the lonely god and don't think for a second I've forgiven you for all you did. I still want to drive a fucking dagger to your immortal heart.” I frowned, before I could press him further, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more. >>> I walked through the dungeons, Lotar right behind me as the screams echoed from each cell. “Look! Haha! It's the Lonely god!” “Cold blooded killer!” “Usurper!”

Doctor Wicked said, taking a bottle of tequila and a glass cup. “He is almost mad- just 1% of sanity left in him,” Lord Lucifer chuckled. “The 1% of sanity is doing wonders,” Doctor Wicked said, drinking his glass of tequila. “No wonder the other continents are seeing the wickedness of the Asian boss, Lucifer West Pecaminoso…”Doctor wicked hailed. Doctor Wickeeeed, I’m not satisfied… People aren’t scared of me enough. Other huge clans in other continents are overtaking me. Very soon my respect will fade,” Lord Lucifer said in panic.

By the time I got back, Howard was glaring hard at Dante, who was still sitting in his massage chair. "Do you have something to say to me?" Dante asked Howard. "You couldn't have pulled this off if there wasn't something you could profit from." Howard took the ice pack from me. Dante glanced at me. "Well, let's just say I was feeling generous, I mean, karma works in mysterious ways." "We're christians." Howard replied as-a-matter-of-fact. "You don't even go to church." "That's not the point, Sierra. I don't want this guy in my house or near you."

"Did she use black magic to harm her own flesh and blood? How despicable! She deserves to suffer a horrible death!" "Adelia Quentin got what was coming to her! She tried to steal her sister's grades and health, only to end up stealing AIDS! That's karma, bitch!" "Take her down! She deserves to suffer!" Words like witch, evil woman, and demon were quickly associated with Mom. Adelia, who was Mom's favorite and all, was naturally involved in the online hate as well. Adelia's photos were edited into terrible things. Her past was revealed for all to see. She was doxxed in all ways possible. She soon became everyone's target of hatred, her reputation ruined for this life and the next.

When, the new god, continued the back and forth process, he fucked between their legs and the flames came out of them, wrapped around the church, but without ever scorching. Between the strokes, that cock inside him, between those strokes and that sex was really wonderful, even though it was sacrilegious and a mortal sin. - It has to be more comfortable for you. - He said in the middle of a sniff. The beats, amidst his loud screams echoing throughout the venue amidst each strike without ever missing, the new god fucked him for a few more hours, and thrusting hips and the noise of wet sucking amid the oozing semen forming a puddle under it.

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

"I-it's Mr. Walker's. I-I thought you couldn't have children… I just wanted someone to rely on…" "You b*tch!" Keith slammed his fist into the wall. The bones in his hand cracked instantly, blood dripping down his knuckles. He threw Caroline to the ground like she was nothing but trash, then called the police. Fraud! Extortion! He was going to make her return everything she had taken with interest. When he got home, he told his mother everything. She froze for a few seconds before her face twisted. "No… No… My grandson… My grandson…" she muttered to herself.

Quivering with a desperate fury, Madison shrieked, "It wasn't me! The vision is a lie! She paid a dark-shifter to mimic my spirit-signature!" But Madison’s voice faltered as her eyes locked onto Hudson. The rest of the pack might be blinded by the chaos, but Hudson was an Alpha. He knew. He had seen the truth of the "accident" days ago in his own study, and now he was watching the final shred of Madison’s deception burn away.

The face turned toward the camera. Clear. Unmistakable. Victor Blackwood. Sebastian’s father. The founder of the empire. The man everyone believed was too powerful to fall. Marcus broke the silence first. “I see you both recognized him.” Sebastian didn’t respond. His jaw had gone rigid. Ivy forced herself to speak. “That… that has to be manipulated.” Marcus shrugged lightly. “I thought you might say that.” “You’re telling us,” Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?”