Novel & Cerita Age Of Gods

“Immortals only live for thousands of years. The ones with high cultivation live for millions of years” “Oh. You mean like the seven lords”. “Yeah. Like them”. “How old are you exactly”? “Why don't you guess”? “I can't. You look so young”. I stared at him. “Are you also thousands years of age”? “I'm older than you might imagine”. He said. “Then I'll call you grandfather”. “What? Hey I'm not that old. I haven't even gotten married. Why would you call me that”? “Thousands of years is old enough to be my ancestors”.

Katcha raises an eyebrow at him in anticipation, "But...?" "I can't..." Katcha mentally sighs, coming to terms that this man really can't form a coherent sentence to save his life. Crossing both her arms and legs, she leans back into the couch and looks at Goldie more seriously. "Listen, You may not remember anything, but you must know that there are good and bad people in this world. " Katcha begins, "The good people will be here to help you. They won't yell or hurt you. The bad people will use you to hurt other people and even yourself. Leonardo is one of the bad ones. "

I had given them food, shelter and been nothing but kind to them. “Jealousy is a bitch.” a voice I hadn’t heard in many years spoke. I blinked, looking to my right to find Lord Hades had appeared at my side. “Hades.” I blinked. “We meet again, Asterion.” he nodded. He didn’t look any different than the last time I saw him. Do the Gods truly not age? “We do age, well expect Zeus, but otherwise, yes, we age. We will all grow old and die someday. We are just slower at it than most.” he shrugged.

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.

"He's the old god. I'm going to be the new one." The Orangelo couldn't keep his sigh internal. He wasn't sure when he'd fully accepted that he was going to go through with this war and become the new god of Chaos, but it had happened. He was going to beat Tricksy, and his little bitch Agent, get Lexi back again and then become a god. Somehow the young tom who couldn't shoulder the burden of being chief had grown up to take on the burden of being a god. That was fucking irony if he ever met it.

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.”