Wicked God Novels & Stories

' I hear Nathan's voice in my head and I blink at the wolf in front of me. 'This is far more than a change of features and how can he mindlink with me?' I ask my wolf. 'That's because he is a god.' Ugh! Forget I even asked you anything. I guess a lot of things won't make sense when you have a god as your mate; he defiles all logic in this world. 'Isabella, I'm going to jump on him.' That's not going to happen!

He will not let lay a finger on her, he loves her so much! Crysler forgets about his monster and devils when he is with Rebecca. Her love and care made him realize that he needed to stop this monstrous behavior. Rebecca has become so important to him, that he almost forgets who he is! He forgets his bad reputation. He forgot that he was the devil of this supernatural world. He is Dark. The Wicked Alpha. "You remember your goal, right?" She questioned. He smirked coming out of his thoughts. "Yes, I do remember my goal. And I will achieve it." Crysler said. Lucy nodded her head with a smile on her face. She took out a paper from her bag and gave it to Crysler.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

He was sobbing now, not from agony, but from the unbearable swell of it, the heat, the fullness, the filthy pressure of a god’s cock pounding into him like it was home. And then came the second. The shadow god knelt behind him, lips brushing Kael’s shoulder. “Don’t pass out yet, little priest,” he murmured. “You haven’t taken enough.” Kael’s eyes fluttered open, glazed and wet. “Please... I can’t—” “Oh, you will,” said the fire god from in front of him, guiding his cock back to Kael’s lips. “You were built to hold us. Every inch.” Kael sobbed as he was lowered again, his body spread between them, legs trembling as the second cock began to press against his already-fucked hole.

"Will you, Martha Smith, agree to be my obedient cock slave? Will you worship my cock as your holy god? Will you suck my glorious cock and eat my sacred jizz? Will you spread your legs and cunt lips when I desire to fuck your cunt? Will you bend over and grasp your ankles when I wish to ram my sacred cock up your asshole? Will you suck anything I tell you to suck? Will you lap up my jizz and swallow it? Will you beg me to maul and suck your tits to give my cock pleasure? Will you obediently allow me to spank you, to paddle you and to whip you with a belt whenever I feel like stirring my cock to hardness? In short, will you perform all the duties expected of a miserable cock-sucking, jizz-eat

He couldn't even lift his head, his pristine green robes pinned by an invisible, localized gravity well. Torin was completely paralyzed. The nine-foot Lunar General was violently vibrating, the celestial white light of his fur flickering rapidly as the ancient wolf’s frequency actively hijacked his biological tether. Even Elias was pushed backward. The Sovereign’s boots ground into the solid obsidian, his golden eyes blazing with a terrifying, feral fury as he actively fought the psychic suppression. Elias was a king, but the entity standing across from us was the raw, unadulterated force that kings built religions around.

“For example, when Young Lord York had some business in the Island Nations, we were pulling the strings to make sure that he made good bargains and take full credit for it! “We were the ones who orchestrated his assassinations before letting him go scot-free. That way, his importance would be shown to the public!” “The most important thing is his strength as a God of War. He only got this far because he consumed a royal treasure from the Island Nations, a pill to enhance his strength! “But this pill has a significant disadvantage! “After becoming a full-fledged God of War, the person who consumed it will no longer be able to increase their strength further. They will be stuck as an ordinary

Fuck You! Argh!.." Roaring, the God Of War, Nri Magu, felt frustrated then charged forward. He simply couldn't take it anymore, how could he allow this strange Bloody Red God to underrate him so much. Not only did the Red God discovered his cowardly plans to retreat, but the Red God also referred to him, a 'God Of War' as Little Ones. He didn't even stop there but went on to say that an Avatar of his Avatar, would kill him with just one breath. Even an ant couldn't be killed with just a breath, it was just too humiliating.

Third Point Of View: Once upon a time, there lived a wicked witch named Eve. Isis was the name of a wicked witch who was also referred to be a goddess. And there was a wicked witch who was also known as Queen, and her name was Medea. They all sprang from the same womb and woman, had the same mother, but no father. She produced them all by herself, using a few of her soul spirits.