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A war is brewing…which side will you end up on?
Prayers are no longer sustaining their life and they’ve been issued a challenge, so the gods and goddesses of Domus have banned together to create the ultimate hybrids with their blood. Loki has been tasked with finding the perfect three humans to sacrifice, with the help of Eris, to their cause. Hecate, Fenrir, and Oberon will be the conduits of power so the human vessels can forever be changed Then they will have their own personal armies of fighters and worshipers to help restore the god powers they are slowly losing. Once the three distinct hybrid proteges are converted, it is up to them to give the gift to other humans to build up their species. With war on the horizon and not much time before the first battle, the Blood of the Ancient Gods must succeed in producing the ultimate supernatural killers with the ability to properly lead their races. And all before Thanatos and his daughter Psyche figure out what the other gods are planning. **NOTE: This is the prequel short story to the beginning of the trilogy Blood of the Ancients Gods, which will consist of Blood of the Sacrificed, Blood of the Forgotten, and Blood of the Stolen.** |
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Hecate looked up from her vanity when Fenrir and Oberon entered her room. Did they not know how to knock? They were the rudest gods she knew.
"Is there a reason you two have barged into my chambers? I could have been naked for all you knew," Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, said.
"We had an arranged meeting time so why would we knock? You're not making any sense," Fenrir, the god of wolves, growled.
Fenrir was always growling, perhaps it was the beast in him and Oberon was no better.
"Exactly," Oberon, the god of dragons, huffed. "You should have been waiting expectantly for our arrival.
"The both of you should be checked for brain injuries," Hecate said.
She turned back around to face her mirror and continued to brush her black hair. The red tips made her hair look as if it were on fire and back in her hay day it served well in scaring the natives. The purple eyes also helped with that particular scheme. Those were certainly the days, back when she was worshiped freely and often. Now, it was a wonder she had the strength to get out of bed in the mornings. All ready many of the gods had faded because no one prayed to them anymore. It was only the handful of witches that kept her going. It was the same for Fenrir and Oberon. People's obsession with wolves and dragons were the only reason they hadn't faded out as well. Before she could dwell to heavily on these travesties and her rapidly failing strength Fenrir's voice broke into her thoughts.
"So what are we going to do about our worshipper problems?" Fenrir asked, getting right to the point of the meeting.
Hecate took in his glowing yellow eyes and gruff but handsome appearance. It was easy to mistake him for one of the wolves he loved so much. Anyone looking at him would be hard pressed not to fall to their knees and submit to his every command. Centuries ago he held command of legions and now only the wolves followed him but there were no battles to be fought. He was graying every year that his worshippers died. He wasn't as young and vibrant as he once was but he was still just as handsome. It would only take new prayers reaching his ears to bring him back to his old self again.
"I believe I may have an idea. It will not only supply us with more worshippers but it will help us to defeat those gods who wish harm upon us," Hecate said.
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