After The Disabled God Of War Became My Concubine Novels & Stories

I placed my thumb on the fingerprint scanner on the wall and the screen on the wall turned green. "Voice recognition—" "Ethan Frost," I cut it off. There was a three-second delay. "Welcome back, Master Ethan." A slight jolt and the elevator was on its way to sublevel 2. I closed my eyes and sighed. A pressing matter at hand. The peace had become fragile, and it was only a matter of time before different packs started pointing hands at each other. Death to the Moon Goddess' vessel. The statement was clear. The rogues had someone directly funding them.

How could one man… affect me this much? “Thank you for coming. Welcome to all participants. This game was created for all families to show their skills and potential.” Even his voice burned me. Deep, smooth, it slid into my ears like a melody, tearing down every wall I had built. I hated this feeling. I hated how weak it made me. But I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t fight what the Moon Goddess tied into my veins. Why him? Why did it have to be Xylo Crosswind, the strongest Alpha in the land?

He was the conductor, and the pack's own defenses were his orchestra, playing a tune of their own destruction. I had to act. But a direct confrontation was suicide. I was the Goddess's Vessel, but my power was one of connection and light, not of brute force against a warrior of Kael's caliber. I needed to turn his own weapons against him. I needed to use the network he had corrupted.

King Alaric ended up evaporating two more gods and the fight didn’t end until the Almighty intervened. For starting the war, goddess Aspa was banished to the underworld for five millennia and King Alaric, now known as a god killer was weakened and buried alive. His kingdom was frozen into statues along with the survivors. To make sure that he never sees the light of day again, Ramiel —God of Thunder— prophesied that only his mate can ever release him. And with his kinds frozen to statues, there was no hope of his mate ever being born.

It was excitement. They had been married for years without Silvia ever getting pregnant, and when they went in for tests, the doctor told them the problem was him. His sperm activity was extremely low. It was severe enough that natural conception was almost impossible. It was the deepest source of his insecurity, something he had never told anyone, not even Silvia or his own mother. Instead, he had watched Silvia drink those herbs and take those supplements again and again, using her suffering to hide his own flaws.

And just like that, the woman known to the entire world as the War God became someone's wife. ***END***

Golden divine blood dripped onto the dark veins of the stone. "Lord of the Underworld, Hades." "I swear on my name as the Goddess of Wisdom. I offer you a soul contract." The dark veins erupted with dense black energy. A deep, rasping voice, cold beyond measure, echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride."

They left her wearing only her pant and bra before they loosened their hold on her. “Shhh just relax we wont hurt you" one of them told her while grabbing something from a bag on the floor, what she removed from it turned out to be a vibrating dildo, she waved it in front of kim saying “Say hello to your new friend, it’ll make you sing a different tune when it gets to work so relax and enjoy the ride cause you’ll thank us later" she laughed and turned it on guided it to Kim’s panties.

Justin could swear that his cock twitched in anticipation. It wasn't helping that after she pulled him to herself,his cock positioned itself on her entrance and he could feel her warmth through the fabric. Gosh! This was getting out of hand. His emotionless Goddess just turned to a lethal seductress and he was helpless when it came to her.

lives would you like to ruin?' Katya was shocked at the anger in her voice and she looked away hurt at the lack of compassion but the Goddess was having none of it, 'Well? Are you going to lie there and let all those people down or are you going to grow a backbone and go back and put all this right?' She was not being given a choice and she knew it wearily she got out of bed and turned to her son,