A Game Of Gods Series In Order นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You need to get your people to safety before it's too late. ‘There's a prophecy that has lived long before you were born. My father told me about it. He heard it from his father, and his father also heard it from his father. It's been circulating for generations. It is said that the island was ruled by gods for many years, until one day, power and greed got the better of them, and they began to fight over the island, each one of them wanted to have the kingdom to themselves. War broke out and the kingdom became divided. As you may have already guessed, that’s how we came to have all these kingdoms. Zion is rumoured to have been the heart of this island, where the gods lived before things fel

The Fire God León de Fuego turned his head to the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos, the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos also nodded, then he and Palomas Blancas went down to the human world. "This game you can win. But the important thing is that you can't turn the advantage into victory." – Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos put away the chess board and went back to his castle. _______________________________________________________ Entering the cave, the Fire God León de Fuego said to the God of Light Hielo Fénix - "Please help me protect the cave entrance, don't let the other gods know and cause more trouble." Hielo Fénix, the God of Light, nodded, and León de Fuego, the God of Fire, continued to spea

"They think they’re training a king. But they’re forging a god." He tapped the screen. A digital schematic unfolded—Emilio’s face rendered in data, gold eyes lit from within. Underneath, a line of Umbra code burned: PHASE III: MESSIAH LOCK. ARM ALL ASSETS. And somewhere inside The Black House, the child exhaled. The war had just begun. Again.

" I had once loved the twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling, the man who held an umbrella for me in the rain, terrified even a corner of my clothes would get wet. I had also loved the Julian Sterling who held me through all those nights when I suffered because the oracle blocks never blessed me, whispering comfort into my ear. But I also hated the Julian Sterling who said he loved Celia and abandoned me without hesitation. Even more, I remembered the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling who set traps for me with his own hands and cost me my mother and child. The twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling had, in the end, been killed by the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling. I lifted my head and looked

"Keep a low profile. It really has taken it out of me to keep the Moon from noticing your absence. It would really do me well if you kept to yourself." Damon speaks as he pulls something out of the breast of his jacket. It's a book, bound beautifully, covered in swirls of silvery patterns. When he extends it to me, I notice what it is. It's the Moon Goddess book. I've been desperate to get this off Shinee and Damon for some time now. Each time it's been right in my hands and then torn away, so to finally hold it against my fingertips is a blessing. Perhaps Damon is giving this to me on behalf of Shinee, who drugged me with a truth serum, which in return, I would receive the book for.

Whether they be powerful or lesser ones, they’d been given a chance to win the holy throne. The rules were simple, each of them chose a young mortal to be their champion, granting them their powers and weapons, and they would place them in a magical world they created as an arena. Whoever reached the finish line on the other side of the world first would be the winner, the winning god would become the next Supreme God, and the winning champion would be granted whatever desire to reshape our world. All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth.

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.

Her eyes dragged from me to her papa, whose face was still a shade of purple and red from pain. Ava sighed and took a step closer, flashing me a smile through gritted teeth. “Can you let go of him already? You’ve already made your point clear. Now let go.” Oh wow, commanding type.. “So sorry, Little ballerina. Too bad I don’t take orders from you.” My voice turned hard like steel and my eyes darkened. Beyond every shade. If there was one thing I hate so fucking much, that would be taking orders. My brothers and the Bratva knew how much I hated taking orders so they let me do my thing.

"We won't lose." "*No!*" the goddess raged. "*Free me first! Complete your promise!*" "After the game," Harmony said diplomatically. "If we win." Luna's aspects and Genesis children faced each other across reality. The game would begin in moments—creation versus probability, order versus chaos, with mortality itself as stakes. Through bridge-state, we saw potential futures fracturing. Some where Genesis children won and freed the goddess. Others where they lost and became human forever. A few where the game itself broke reality.

Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot. Buildings were left in ruins. Wailing and screams, chattering metal armours, and the resounding explosions of canons echoed in a flowing stream of rings. The World was in ruin; one would mistake it to be the end of the World. The War between the Ultiar gods: Ekron god of discord and darkness, and Vyorn goddess of Nature, had gone on for centuries. The mid 7000BC to 2000BC, felt the kind caresses of the sword and heavy form of magic.