Gods Dc Novels & Stories

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

But the nuns at the orphanage said I had it since birth. Drawn in by the first page, I read further. Four gods had ruled the earth together in harmony: Ares, Laila, Dracular, and the moon goddess. They made a pact never to let their followers be together but to dominate the earth freely, co-exist, and live peacefully. A soft cackle escaped my lips at that happening. Wow!

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..."

Garrick found this line utterly impossible, what was so special about Astral that gods came to dwell here, it was nothing but cold brutality and hungry people roaming everywhere. "Yes...a god who can turn anyone or anything into a god.." Meara facial expression finally cracked, a god that could create a god, weren't they doomed then, who in the untied universe can defeat a god. "Now I want you to keep your eyes peeled, the power and aura of a god is different from normal mortals, so you'd be able to sense it..and directly report back to me..." "Also make sure..you're not anywhere alone, always have a partner..understood.."

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Laughter shook my chest as I howled, “Lina, don’t go! We were having a moment here! We were bonding!” “Were not!” “Were too, I could feel it! I’m all warm and tingly inside.” “You should probably get that checked out!” The door slammed shut, muffling the rest of her snappy reply. An hour later I found myself sitting at a circular, wooden table surrounded by my sister, mates, and a handful of other deities. There was Dhara, the Goddess of the Earth, seated beside Sephtis, God of Death. To his right sat Amora, the Goddess of Love, and Nyssa, the Goddess of Life.

Suddenly, a burst of light shone from behind. He turned around, raising a hand over his eyes to shield them from the brightness. “Rafael,” he heard a soothing voice and slowly lowered his hand. Rafael looked ahead and found four figures standing there, all of them radiating a daunting aura. Realization hit him — these were the Supreme Council. Cassandra: the Goddess of the werewolf world. Adonis: the God of the witches/wizards world. Alicia: the Goddess of the fairy world. Damien: the God of the vampire world.

assistant"> The imperial capital, Asgard, stands at the highest point of the Nine Realms, a domain belonging purely to the gods. Throughout the city rise solemn structures and magnificent castles. To the west lies an endless ocean suspended in the sky, its surging waves crashing forward, swallowing the very foundations of the architectural complex. Twelve palaces stretch across a range of rolling hills, serving as the dwellings of the gods. At the center, the tallest and most imposing of them all is Gladsheim, the seat of the Allfather, Odin. This grand palace encompasses both his Golden Hall and Valhalla.

It felt absolutely incredible, making me feel invincible. “We proudly present Byron, the God of Protection and Redemption,” Danthali called out to everyone. All of the Gods and Goddesses rose from their seats and faced us on the stage. As one, their arms stretched out, palms facing us. Pieces of their Godly magic shot out towards us, tangling with each other’s magic and created an arch over us. It felt warm, inviting, and protective. “We welcome you brothers and sister,” they called out in unison.