Wicked God Novels & Stories

The Dark God’s response silenced all the ancient gods who heard it; although the Goddess of Charm is undeniably powerful, in terms of seniority and strength, the Dark God ranks among the mightiest. There are also the God of War, the God of Spears, and the Wind God, who stand on equal footing with him, but they rarely make an appearance, feeling no need to show themselves in the realm of the gods unless absolutely necessary. Unlike the Dark God, who was considered free and unrestrained, he preferred to do whatever he wanted rather than be trapped by the ancient customs of the ancient gods themselves.

My God will protect me. Greg laughed as he reached into her mind and jumped-start her libido. It appalled her that her lady bits were responding to this disgusting demon and his words. Her breast was heavy and her nipples were hard as two little stones. Her pussy was dripping so much that her underwear was soaked, and her desire ran down the inside of her legs. Greg moved right up to her ear and answered her. "No, your god has abandoned you. When you let your husband purify all those innocent children, you gave up the right to your god's protection. But don't worry. As much as you'll hate being my willing cumbucket, you will physically enjoy it. It will disgust you, but your body will take g

“So... it was truly just a play for the cameras?” Hudson didn't answer her. He turned and walked into the night, his silence more terrifying than a howl. Anna turned to Lenny, tears pricking her eyes. “He’s gone, Lenny. He’s truly gone.” Lenny placed a hand on her shoulder. “Stay close, Miss Watts. He is an Alpha; his heart will return to the pack eventually. You are the perfect match for a Lord of the Wastes. He will see it.” Anna smiled, the obsession rekindling. “My brother was wise to save you from the pits. You are a loyal hound, Lenny.”

"You think money fixes everything, don't you? You're not scared that I'll cause trouble; you're just afraid that I'll report your dirty dealings to the authorities! "I don't want your filthy money. I want justice!" Jude snorted, then kicked fragments of Dad's gravestone and shattered it further. Ashes and dust blew into my face. "Velda Group is justice in Hyporion!" He crouched down and whispered a threat into my ear in a voice only I could hear, "You'd better pray that I never get my hands on Piper. If I do, I'll make sure she's begging for death!" Those words were the breaking point. I tackled him to the ground and started driving my fists into his face.

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

With perfect aim, he spears the vampire god’s burly henchman, Julian, through the heart and pins his withering carcass to a tree as the weakened Horned God flops to the ground. What god is this? Jack queries through the link, then gasps as I do, recognizing the velvety black waves of hair, the glimmering aquamarine eyes, the dominant and imposing alpha compulsion in his booming baritone as he shouts across the space between him and the vampire god. “Get your hands off my mate.” With grim satisfaction, my wolf chides, See? See what happens when you invoke the right god? You get somewhere. God? Ian’s become a god!?

Skye and the voice said simultaneously with venom forming from within their hearts. Skye's eyes without warning flashed in an emerald green light, looking up at Marcus’ horrified eyes. The orange-haired male immediately recognized that Skye’s eyes were now that of a Dark Dweller leaving him utterly baffled by this unexpected situation. Mordred gave Skye a confused but angry look, only before he could confront Skye. The angry teen had stormed out of the room, ignoring their looks or responses as he went after his father. “That bastard took everything…” Skye hissed as he felt rage from the voice, almost as if it was lending a hand as the air started to crackle with terrifying dark magic.

He further added. His eyes widened as he spoke, enunciating every words carefully as possible, as if he wanted everyone present there to understand the beauty of what he has created. “With this power, a wizling can be on par with the gods, the gods who have deceived us for so long. Any moment from now I could finally open the gates. And! The marvelous day will come; I shall kill those gods using my own two hands,” maniacally laughed to himself, he was looking at the palm of his hands slightly trembling, imagining every single word he has said was true.

I was surprised because Frank Kingston now talked to me. Maybe I wasn't fat and ugly anymore. I was happy that at least my crush was talking to me. At least he saw me as a human being. My other mates now said hi to me sometimes though. I think it was because Frank was now talking to me. I think he controlled what happened in school without even knowing or maybe he knew. If he didn't talk to you, you won't be regarded as anything. Now people talked to me. Not as if they were friends with me,they just said hi's and that was it. It was an improvement compared to how I was treated before. I told my mum about how my mates don't call me fat and ugly anymore. How Frank Kingston seemed to talk to me

Obviously, inflicting pain is part of his game, but there must be more. ‘I think I have a god for him. Wotan. He was all powerful among the Germanic gods, but wandered through life striking deals to get the bit extra he craved. There was always an itch he had to scratch. It was power. Every deal meant he slipped deeper in the mire and lost a bit of his power. Future deals had to get ever bigger to regain his lost ground, but the risk went up, too. He lost in the end, like a bad gambler loses his shirt and ends up a nobody. That will be our Greg.