American Gods Graphic Novels & Stories

The sheets tangled around my legs felt different and foreign. Ezra stood there, staring down at me. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He was shaking. Shirtless with his skin pale in the morning light. Shorts hanging low on his hips low enough that I could see the V of his muscles dipping down. The trail of dark hair leading lower. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Chest rising and falling fast. Like he was fighting something. God, he looked good like this. Scared. Exposed. Mine.

“Tell me what would it take for you to not leave me?” Vishous growled angrily. “I am the alpha of this pack. I can give you anything you desire.” “I am just going to accept the God’s wish.” Maya replied. Her reply bothered him so much that his wolf started crawling on the surface of his chest to let it out. To let it show Maya what it wanted her to do. Vishous stayed silent for a minute but the line of his patience had already been crossed.

When the Blood Red-figure spoke again, he waved his hand carelessly, then a cool breeze swept past the 'God Of War'. Nri Magu immediately felt refreshed, as a feeling of cold, sweeps through his body, a torrent of life force and vitality flushed him. His previously pale face became bright and health returned to his entire being. At the moment, he was in the best state he had ever been in his life, he even believed he was stronger than before. However, in the next moment, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure convulsed a bit. Then, half of his bloody, red flesh started tearing away. A moment later, two Blood Red-Figure stood, adjacent to each other, both were facing Nri Magu.

He was feeling a little woozy due to exhaustion and the second-hand marijuana smoke. Brother Bart remained still, took a long drag, exhaled, and said: "Some pigeons are not meant to be cooped and should fly free. Watch out for the Amihan, which can dislodge you from the sky, the ferocious bite of red-tailed hawks, or venomous snakes creeping in every corner." "Uhh… okay Brother. Do you want me to say everything again? Or just the important parts?" "No need kemosabe. The Lone Ranger and Tonto shall ride again and hopefully into the sunset. Tell Brother Jomar you need many arrows to fill your quiver."

Joan argues. "Sure" Jade rolls her eyes playfully, her fingers stop when she spots a particular book, taking it out from between the books, she looks at its cover. The cover held the image of a full moon, with a huge figure, what appeared like a Lycan with its head raised upwards in a howl. It was a book on Lycanthropy, covering almost all topics related to Lycans, their origin, purpose, mates, everything was showed in the content section. Jade decided to take the book.

Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him. A large and pure smile began to appear across the psychopathic lords lips as his vision began to return; shock spreading throughout his large frame. It became much like what it had been before his father had surgically removed his eyes, replacing them for metal implants; the world around him more vibrant and filled with colour. The fussiness of the mechanically white eyes began to dissipate, leaving the lord of hell with increasingly perfect vision; something which he had not experienced in centuries. Hades turned slowly, beginning to approach his brother as he spoke; h

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!