I steeled myself and raised the knife to strike. "Wait," I said. "I don't even know your name. I feel like I need to know your name before I kill you." "You can call me Iverog," he said. HIGHEST RANK: #233 IN PARANORMAL

'It's dark in the tombs, the air is thick with static and storm threatening the occupants with each labored breath. Golden eyes lock with icy blue hues, an unstated challenge between the two Gods. Anubis raised his inked back; a thick black oil leaking from the cracked skin as he snarls and snaps sharpening canines. "You betrayed me!" He roars. "And what would you have me do?! Deny a head God?!" The blue eyed God bellows, blackened ink dripping from shredded lips. The human shell is so easy to break and give way beneath a God's true form.' We Were Gods is a book about a young man named Oleander who finds out he is a God. The only problem is he just wants to be a normal mortal, especially since all Gods and Goddesses from every religion are expected to work in the Death Justice System. Not only that but his brother is set on destroying Oleander and his friends from a war that started back when they were just young Gods. Journey with Oleander and his new found friends to discover the inner workings of Gods, the secrets of their past lives, and finishing a war that is threatening all of mankind.

Hard it is, to lose a friend to car crash. Especially when it is you who was driving. Harder is to realize someone severed the wires of the brake. Its a sabotage, but Kate was just a mistaken victim to death. The actual target breathes, Beatrice wishes she died long ago. Because everyday a small piece of her dies. Which seems.... WORST.

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?