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Volatile Gods

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Reads 342
Votes 60
Parts 29
Time 3h 37m

Mature

anti-romance antiromance darkfantasy eternal ethereal fantasy fatalattraction femaleprotagonist gods grimdark inna magic near-future new newyork ongoing prince psychological traumatic volatile volatilegods

The Gods have come.

Not the benevolent gods from religions across the world. They are gods of chaos and mayhem. And humanity is their primary source of entertainment.

And the cruel humans that worship them? The gods give them abilities--powers to "entertain" the gods--and call them Worshipers.  

How do I fit into this story?

Well I met a boy; quiet, naïve but adorable Nathan. Imagine my surprise when we run into  Worshipers and instead of tearing us apart they bow to my nice, quiet boyfriend.

Not only is Nathan a god, but he turns out to be the leader of the gods, Prince. He decides he wants to "keep" me.

I run.

I run right into a group of rebels calling themselves Warriors and they think I'm the key to killing the gods.

I would call them crazy but they have gods on their side too. Gods who want Prince dead.  Do I risk my freedom and my life on the hope this group brings?All Rights Reserved

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Reaping The Red Heir

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.