Wrath Of The Gods Book Novels & Stories

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

The cracks seal as if they had never been. I push myself upright, dizzy. A thin line of blood trails from my nose to my lip. My knees ache from kneeling; my palms burn from pressing into the weave. But the echo does not fade. Some are cut to bleed. --- The Divine Court of Solara Far above, the high chamber where the gods gather trembles with a pulse that halts every voice mid-sentence. The God of War’s sword-hand freezes. The Goddess of Oaths looks to the sealed doors with something dangerously close to fear.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher.

One winter, Malzareth opened the book before her, his crimson eyes lingering on the page longer than usual. "Six thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years," he mused, sounding almost surprised. "You've lived longer than expected." He snapped the book shut. "Prepare the Awakening Chamber." She lowered her head. "As you command." She knew what the directive meant. Every lower god eventually awakened their inherited Authority, most within their first thousand years. She had waited nearly seven thousand. This was her final chance; if nothing happened, she would lose what little value she had left to the cult.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

A soft breeze swirled around her hair and there beside her appeared a young coffee coloured man, his face covered in tribal tattoo's but again April felt no fear, and his voice when he spoke was kind, "Kia Ora April, I am Tawhirimatea, the God of Weather and I am here to balance the sides out; the day of your rejection wasn't how it seemed young one, Zade was coerced by his father to reject you or order your death; in rejecting you he incurred the wrath of a vengeful Goddess, who cursed all-male werewolves so that they may never breed, but blessed you with the key to breaking it, your voice is the key, one song and the whole werewolf kingdom will hear the pitter-patter of babies again, but y

He continued on narrating, but Rei's mind was off somewhere else, "The Sorrowful March, they called it. Everybody thought they were all going to die. To face-off a god like that... But they lived, and no glory had ever come close in the history of mankind. "To say that it was all a lie is an insult. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand where she's coming from, she is an educated woman, one of the enlightened ones. But there's a time and place for rationality, and there's a time and place for faith.

If you are here from Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda you are very much welcome. And if you're not well I suggest you read Cleopoda's story first. But it's okay if you don't want to since I'll be making sure this book will be understandable to new readers without having you go back to read book 1.

The most ruthless of Gods who thought nothing of eliminating his victims. "I-I wanted to thank you personally, great master," Ishaq said when he finally found his voice. "My family were near the area where your wrath would have been focused." He shifted across to the chair where the God idly reclined, sliding his arm around the firm thigh, sitting respectfully - close yet reverent. Am-Heh did not move, although his poise stiffened, becoming almost as rigid as the marble figures that guarded the palace exterior. "Anything I can do. I will."