Wicked God Novels & Stories

“Jesus Christ, I believe that within a month of becoming your wife, I may consider the unfortunate decision to step out in front of a freight truck and end my life.” “A month is all I’m going to need to make you fall helplessly in love with me, Ele Drakos. You are going to become so obsessed with me that you will end up craving me like an addict seeking their next fix.” Wicked mutters, brushing the pad of his thumb across Eles' cheekbone as he stares at her like he is seeing her for the very first time. After Wickeds’ declaration, Aces’ gaze collides with mine like two magnets connecting, and my brows shoot up. What Wicked has just said to Ele, Ace said something similar to me last night and

“You know where I am. Come find me.” The words hung in the air for only a moment before the ground beneath me began to stir. A low hum vibrated through the clearing, then—fwoosh—red and black smoke erupted from the earth, curling around me like living fire. It stung my lungs, thick and sweet like blood and ash. My pulse hammered. When the haze cleared, he stood there. The Wicked. Draped in black and crimson, the faint glow of his eyes cutting through the darkness like blades. The air bent around him, heavy with power and something darker—familiar, terrifyingly familiar.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

“Lucian Voss. CEO of Voss Global. Untouchable billionaire with more money than God and a personality to match.” I nearly laughed. The ignorance, though not her fault, was delicious. Oh, sweetheart. If only you knew how wrong you were. I began to circle her like a wolf stalking its prey, watching the way she tensed with every step. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath shallow, her hands twitching slightly at her sides like she was trying to hide the fear blossoming beneath her skin. This one had fire. Beautiful, reckless fire. But fire was fragile when surrounded by ice.

She had to survive first and plot her revenge later. By the time his tall intimidating frame walked back into the room, she already had her answer. He scared her senseless, he had a very powerful aura she had never felt before. His eyes sparkled with mischief, he could seduce anyone without even trying. His deep voice was like brown rich honey and warm milk. He looked like a representation of a Greek god from mount Olympus. His clothes latched unto his sexy muscles and broad shoulders. His amber eyes were staring deep into her soul. He was one fine ass man. Ariel swallowed hard, he was insanely hot, she was losing her mind. Her cheeks flushed, they were bright red. What was this man doing to

He pondered over his recent rejection of the fifth daughter of the moon, his supposed other half. Just yesterday, he was a contented werewolf. Now, it turned out he wasn't one, but rather a son of the god of good and evil, Anuxis. Neither was the one he thought was his other half truly so, but this girl whom everyone claimed to be capricious and spoiled. He felt overwhelmed by the disbelieving gazes of those around him.

I pride myself on my inability to be distracted by anything, and I mean anything. Yet here I was, completely and utterly distracted by the 6'5" Greek god who had been following me around for the last four hours. And yes, we had our own gods based around the supernatural creatures that roamed the Earth, but the human interpretations of their gods were breathtaking. So here I was, cataloging his entire physical appearance through three separate classes. English had me wanting to run my fingers through his chocolate-brown, curly hair. His sharp jawline was highlighted by the length of it, while his face shape matched a heart perfectly, complete with high cheekbones. His eyebrows were perfect en

"Since you're so insistent on giving me this reward, I suppose I could consider it. But... I should at least know which god I'd be dealing with, right?" The text on the panel paused for a beat. Then, a line thick with ancient, obscure gravity slowly surfaced. [The Grim Bone God...] Jake stared at that title and muttered to himself. "Sounds like a mouthful of a title, but doesn't this sound suspiciously like the god worshipped by the same guy whose body I blew half apart just now? Don't tell me... this is the one who needs to go get his eyes checked?" The instant those words left Jake's mouth, the sky over Crucible City — which had only just begun letting through slivers of sunlight — changed

“That is—“ my father stumbled back; he sat on his bed, his hand in his head. “I used to ask him what he wanted with my pack since he was already Alpha and he always laughed at the mere thought of doing this out of being an Alpha alone. Until u found out he wants something more. He wants to be a god.” “A god.” My father and Poppy whispered as well. “And he’s not working alone.” It was as if the room was waiting for me to drop this part. “He’s working with a fallen god.” The room froze. “What?” “Isn’t that a myth?” “Not at all; it is very real. The moon goddess’s brother.” A sharp gasp left them. “What?” “How do you know any of this?” “Let’s say I had a little visit from the moon goddess’s ser

Eric warned, “Erin, I advise you not to underestimate the King of the Dark Witches.” Levi held my hand and pulled me toward our room, shutting the door behind us. “Let’s continue our discussion.” I smiled. “Very well then. Somehow I wandered into Hell and met a goddess who gave me her powers. She taught me how to create the Golden Ones.” Levi asked, “Why was she in Hell?” I replied, “For abusing her supernatural powers. She’s mated to the Demon King.” He asked, “Roosevelt?” I shook my head. “I think he’s Roosevelt’s father. The man I met also controls dragons. He has more than one.”