Age Of Gods Novels & Stories

Light consumed creation. The River vanished. The Throne shattered. The Null King screamed. Then a new voice echoed across existence. Ancient. Beautiful. Unknown. A voice that belonged to the future itself. And it spoke seven words: "The Age of Gods is finally over."

Ronan growled. The Archivist’s gaze was unwavering. “The other gods.” A stunned silence fell over the group. The other gods. The ones who had fought against Serelai in the first war. The ones who represented the necessary, destructive forces of the world: storm, famine, drought, winter. “They are not evil,” the Archivist said, as if reading their thoughts. “They are a part of the whole. But they have been imprisoned, starved, for millennia. And now… they are waking up. And they are hungry.”

He seemed to enjoy showing off, and continued to say: - How much do you know about the gods? Deya most of all wanted to be as far away from the sorcerer and his conversations as possible, but so far this was impossible, and she decided to play along with him. Doing her best to sound calm and not hateful, she replied: -No more than the rest. The old man nodded. Deja did not understand whether he was nodding to her or to his own thoughts. He went to the next tripod and lit a fire there too.

So this was the person Ines was talking about. Leonardo couldn’t fully process what he was looking at. As he continues to observe him, he took more notes on his appearance. He estimates that this young man could be in his 20s, and has a fairly built body when it comes to muscle. He could see nothing that explains the glow that seemed to come from under his skin. “Goldie” shifts from his position, making Leonardo flinch. The young man suddenly runs towards him, and in a panic, Leonardo punches him right at the nose.

ARISSA'S POV In recent years, the whole kingdom of Augsberg has lived quietly. Drake is already 10 years old, while Sophia is just turning 8 years old tomorrow. We won't be able to celebrate together just in case dark creatures take it as an opportunity to attack tomorrow.

Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover. The cold tip's pressure against his back disappears. Dionysus felt relief flood his body as he slowly turned to face whoever they are. And he was met with a child - a teenager - with feline eyes, a button nose, and raven-black hair holding a bow and arrow that's taller than their body. A wave of nostalgia ripples through the wine god as he stared at the pale skinned boy. Has he seen him before?

Yet Am Heh adored it, finding the blazes and hiss of flames the pinnacle of tranquillity. The greener gardens and fountains of the front were fine to some, just not to him. He looked around briefly at the sound of rustling and smiled dryly. "I have rarely had colour in my life except if you count the constant wars between the deities. Perhaps mortals think that having ultimate powers is a blessing but Gods have a harder task than they believe. We have our own worlds to watch as well as those that have been created. Whilst intervention is rare, we still have to keep an eye on things, at least those who care do. I myself, do not."

In the Relics of the Gods, this formation was called the Heaven Absorption Formation. However, with a Grade 3 Spiritual Tool brush and Grade 4 and 5 Demonic Beast Blood, he could only create a low level of the Heaven Absorption Formation. Although it was only a low level, the power of this formation was extraordinary. With the help of this formation, Xiao Long was confident that he could create a 'Core' that was thicker, bigger and stronger than anyone else in the Core Formation Realm. Sreeet! While continuously flowing his Qi, Xiao Long dragged, pulled, and pushed the brush in his hand. His movements were fast but sometimes slow, sometimes meticulous, sometimes flowing like water. Xiao Long

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”