God of War Web Novels & Stories

They called me weak and my mother a disgrace but after my mother death, my father replaced her with a new Luna and made her daughter the heir he actually wanted. I was nothing but an embarrassment, a daughter he wished had never existed, so I left. I hid my Alpha blood, gave up my powers to a witch and entered the Alliance Academy under a false identity because I thought I was only running away, I didn't know I was walking straight into a war. Five years later, I returned from the battlefield as the War Goddess, commanding soldiers who would willingly die for me then my disguise broke and my true identity was exposed, suddenly everyone who had abandoned me wanted me back but before I could return to the family that rejected me, I was accused of treason. Someone had been using my identity to make secret deals with our enemies and the evidence pointed to me even the man I once loved turned against me, they thought they had finally destroyed me but they were wrong because they didn't know the weak girl they betrayed had already died on the battlefield. The woman who returned was someone they should have feared.

With the rage he carried with him, Anthony would avenge the kingdom he once loved. He will do it for his King and those people he knew just minutes ago. His bravery sends him through time and space, feeling everything at once. Anthony cannot get the image of that forbidden love out of his dreams while he slept, on the way to "speak" to the King of Blood.

Leads: A mortal oracle woman × a fallen war god stripped of his divinity — two beings who were never supposed to exist in the same realm, let alone touch. The curse: Any god who loves a mortal burns alive from the inside. Any mortal who loves a god loses their soul to the void. The closer they get, the faster both fates accelerate.

I died with my husband's betrayal on my lips and my unborn child in my womb. One moment I was Mia Weston — billionaire, wife, mother-to-be. The next, I was gone. Erased. Traded like a chess piece by the man who swore to love me forever. Then I woke up. Silk sheets. Marble walls. A maid calling me "My Lady." And a father I had never met looking me dead in the eyes saying — "You have been promised to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. You leave at sunrise." I thought I was dreaming. I was wrong. King Zyren is not a man. He is ancient, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only dangerous things are. He doesn't smile. He doesn't explain. He simply looks at me like I am something he has been waiting for — and that look alone makes my whole body tremble. He calls me his traded bride. I call him my nightmare. But nightmares don't look at you like you are the only breathable air in a burning room. Nightmares don't press you against cold stone walls and whisper "You will learn your place, little human" with a voice so deep it rewrites your bones. And nightmares definitely don't make you forget — even for one dangerous, breathless second — the man who killed you. I was sold to settle a debt. He had waited centuries for exactly me. Neither of us was prepared for what came next.

What if the man you loved threw you away like you were nothing, the moment he no longer needed you? What if he did it in the middle of the end of the world, and left you to die in the worst way possible? That is exactly what happened to Serelle. She gave Cassian everything for two years, her food, her safety, her heart, only to find out he had a wife the whole time. When she stopped being useful to him, he threw her outside to the zombies and let them finish her. But death was not the end of her story. Fortunately for her, and very unfortunately for everyone who wronged her, Serelle wakes up three months before the apocalypse with a strange new system inside her head. This time she has power. Mind Control to bend people to her will, a Spatial Inventory that can hold endless supplies without anyone ever finding them and a Con Playbook made for taking money from people who will not need it much longer anyway. She is done being kind. She is done being used. Serelle spends every single day preparing, hoarding food, medicine, weapons, and fuel, while turning her pain into pure, calculated revenge. Her father, her family, and the man who killed her once already have no idea what is coming for them. The apocalypse is only three months away. Serelle Vale plans to make sure that when it arrives, she is the one holding all the power, and everyone who hurt her pays for it in full.

What would you do with three months of foreknowledge before the end of the world? Nerida Quinn spent two years surviving a collapsed civilization, only to die betrayed and torn apart by mutated monsters in the desert. When she opens her eyes again, it’s three months before the apocalypse begins, and everything she lost is alive again: her home, her family, and the woman who destroyed her. Nerida isn’t interested in a quiet second chance. She’s interested in winning. Using knowledge of exactly what’s coming and a mysterious spiritual space capable of storing entire warehouses of supplies while stretching time to her advantage, Nerida sells everything she owns and begins hoarding on a scale no one around her can imagine, gathering food, medicine, weapons, fuel, and every resource she may need. She tells her family the truth even when they think she has lost her mind, determined to prepare them for a war the rest of the world does not know is coming. But knowing the future is not the same as controlling it. As Nerida’s choices ripple outward, the timeline she remembers begins to bend, mutated creatures grow stronger than she recalls, other survivors awaken abilities of their own, and her old enemy Veyra is out there living days she was never supposed to have. This time, Nerida isn’t just surviving the end of the world. She’s going to own what comes after it.

She died an omega and returned a queen. Aurelia Duskmoor spent five years hiding in another woman's body while her stepsister stole her throne—until the mate bond drags her back to the one alpha who never knew he was falling for a fraud. Draven Nightshade fell for a broken omega. Now the real Aurelia stands before him: war goddess, heir, the woman his father murdered for. One kiss threatens to shatter the spell hiding her power. One touch could expose everything. The crown is waiting, so is the truth and when the mask finally cracks, no one—not even fate—survives what she becomes.

On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Aelara watches the man she has loved since childhood drive a blade through her heart and say her sister's name as he does it. She dies on the ballroom floor making one wish — not for revenge, not for answers, just the day before everything was decided. The day before she chose wrong. Fate listens. Because Aelara is not just a king's daughter. She is the Goddess of Fate and Life, and even dying, her power answers her own prayer. Reborn to the morning of the choosing ceremony, she faces four suitors and a kingdom that expects her to name Caelan Dray the God of Conquest, the man who will one day kill her. She does not. She names Riven Ashveil, the quiet, unbothered God of Sovereignty who has spent nine years showing up for her in every way that mattered and never once asking for anything back. No one understands the choice. Caelan does not grieve it. He starts watching her instead. And Lysa, her half-sister and Caelan's secret lover, goes very still. What follows is not a simple love story. It is a slow war for a kingdom, a throne, and a goddess's life fought in corridors and courtrooms and dark divine channels by two people who believed they were owed something and could not accept that they were wrong. Riven is the most powerful god in the kingdom. But power means nothing if you do not know what is coming for you. Aelara knows. She died once already. She is not dying again.

You were born without a wolf's soul. You are fit to be nothing but trash." ​Born with a shattered core, Kael was the shame of the Bloodmoon Pack. Stripped of his birthright as Alpha, branded weak, and abandoned in the cursed Ash Wastes to die, he was forgotten by his pack and his mate. ​But the Ash Wastes hold secrets older than the Werewolf Gods themselves. ​Deep within the ancient ruins, Kael unleashes the Primordial Sovereign System—a power buried before the Gods took their thrones. To save a realm on the brink of chaotic destruction, the discarded Alpha must hunt, level up, and break every limit. ​They thought they threw away a weakling. They didn’t know they unchained a God Lord.

Unbridled Mate For centuries, the kingdoms of the Alpha Realm have been divided by power, ambition, and ancient lies. Alpha Heloix, the most feared ruler in the realm, is driven by one goal—to recover the lost Moon Fragments, sacred relics shattered a thousand years ago when greedy Alphas abused the Moon Goddess's gift. Legend says every fragment was reclaimed... but Heloix knows at least one still exists. His search leads him to the powerful Kingdom of Edora. Freshly crowned King Alpha Slyvos has no idea that his kingdom hides one of the Moon Fragments—or that his own bloodline is built upon a dangerous secret his Queen Mother has protected for years. When Heloix's soldiers are captured on Edoran soil, political tensions explode. Accusations become threats, threats become war, and neither king is willing to bow. Everything changes during the prestigious Alpha Gala Night. The moment Heloix and Slyvos meet, the Moon Goddess reveals the cruelest twist of fate—they are destined mates. But fate cannot erase hatred. As kingdoms march toward war, secret cults emerge from the shadows, each hunting the Moon Fragments to reshape the world. Betrayals, ancient prophecies, forbidden desires, and deadly conspiracies force the two rival Alphas to choose between the crowns they swore to protect... and the bond neither of them asked for. Because sometimes the person destined to save your soul... is the one standing on the other side of the battlefield.

Born a servant, hunted for a legacy she never knew she had, Khalifa’s life is about to ignite in flames of betrayal, prophecy, and blood. Marked with the red crescent of the Warrior Moon, she carries the secret of the lost House Rashad, a royal lineage destroyed in a war no one dares speak of. When assassins strike under the cover of night and the Temple of the Moon burns to the ground, Khalifa is thrust into a dangerous world of conspiracies, treacherous alliances, and secrets that could shatter the kingdom. Prince Louis, noble and battle-worn, is forced to protect her, but every glance hides suspicion, every gesture carries weight, and every decision could mean life or death. Khalifa must learn to wield the skills she never knew she had, confront the ghosts of her family’s past, and navigate a labyrinth of spies and traitors. Shadows move in every corner, enemies wear faces of friends, and betrayal comes from where she least expects it. As the prophecy unravels, Khalifa realizes the ultimate choice is hers alone: embrace her destiny and claim the throne, or risk the destruction of all she loves. Loyalties will fracture, hearts will break, and the line between survival and sacrifice will blur. In a world where every sword could be the one to pierce her heart, the fate of the kingdom rests in the hands of a girl who never asked to be royal.

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.