Retail is hell, but hell might have been preferable.
A baseball bat to the head kills, and Arthur Clark is no exception. A former wage slave, he finds in his death that the dragon goddess and her children want him to keep working - to bring economic prosperity to a ruined city. Now he has gangsters, wannabe superheroes, and starving survivors as his customers, and an inventory to scavenge from the roaming mutated wildlife.
If only this was as easy as it’d been in his books.
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--I first gazed upon the individual who would become my personal God while jumping out of the back of a pickup--
That's the opening line from this story's narrator. He's able to assume the form of werewolf, dog, or human. He's looking for an influencer named Julia who has become so popular she has ascended into divinity.
Goddess Julia remains immature and irresponsible while discovering how to smite a believer, engage in combat against other goddesses, and establish a religion that's often mocked.
Be witness to hilarity, hijinks, and Hell Hath No Fury Like a Goddess still allergic to pet hair.
A commander returned home to his family after his last war which was a victory. before the war, he promised his pregnant wife and four children that he would retire from being a commander to live his final days with them.
But when he returned home from the war, he found his house destroyed and his wife who was pregnant, and his four kids dead on the ground, but nothing happened to the other members of the village.
this pissed him off and he went crazy and proceeded to kill everyone in the village. after he did that, he wasn't still satisfied, so he took his sword and set out to destroy every shrine of the gods and those worshipping them. he blamed them for not protecting his family.
Then, the goddess of dark magic and mischief found him and offer him immense power that with it he could be able to not only kill the mortals but even the gods that failed to keep his family safe. But what really happened to his family..?
Beatrice Simmons doesn't know what's in store for her. With her eighteenth birthday a day away, things are around her are starting to change. Hearing conversations from across the room, the strange urge to drink her best friend's blood, and the way her skin seemed to be blemish free overnight. To top it all off, a letter comes in the mail demanding her attendance, to some prestigious school that doesn't exist. Then her uncle, who really isn't her uncle tells her who she really is, and what's in store for Beatrice. She's a vampire, a royal one. And her place isn't on Earth like she thought, but in world where Supernatural's are real. As Lies become truth, and Truth becomes lies, will Beatrice be able to find out why her birth mother was killed? Or will the very people that killed her mother get to her first?
You were born dirt poor to a mother and father who loved you. You were orphaned at the age of eight because poverty is inherently precarious. Thankfully you grew up in a community that cared for you as best as they could. A community that raised you into the young woman you are today.
You live in a world that used to spark with life and hope and magic. Now there still might be magic but ... it's different.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place in a fictional fantasy world full of fictional fantasy people. Also my take on the magic elements of the world is heavily inspired by my religion of Lokeanism. I recognize that the motifs (is that the right word?) I used in this piece are not necessarily universal.
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