Ancient God Games Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

To refresh your memory and better understand this chapter, I suggest you read chapter 32 of volume one, titled Claudia Jeanne Olivia Who is the girl?, he pondered, as his brows furrowed, the Ancients weren't creatures with much interest in creatures, except those from the underworld, from hell. The place of their mysterious origin. Throughout his existence, he had only witnessed the ancients show interest in a single creature, Jared Donovan. It was an interest with selfish benefits and desire

Her madness echoed across realms until her sisters, weeping blood, forced her into an eternal slumber, a mercy that felt like deceit. In the whispered corridors of the realm, where myths were spun into reality, and legends were carved into the very fabric of time, there existed an entity known to all as the Eighth. He was a shadowed figure, veiled in the mists, his name uttered only in hushed tones and with an air of fear. He was not a creator, but one who thrived to destroy. To the revered Ancients, he was but a male amidst goddesses, his presence regarded as a stain upon their immaculate spectrum. With disdainful eyes, the sisterhood dismissed him out of hand. To them, he was a disgrace th

He shuddered to think what the implications of that were; whatever the god had done to whoever he resembled. Yet inside memories throbbed in turmoil, trying to make sense of the puzzle. Isaac could not deny the God had a draw, compelling him to move closer, to be nearer to a beast that could tear him limb from limb. It was only a spot of common sense that stopped him. He watched cautiously in fearful awe as Am Heh moved about, reading over one of the ancient tomes. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it should as he leaned to study the book before swiftly averting his eyes. This really was not the time to be comparing to the imagery he was so used to. However, it was a far better view than t

His guts told him that he must not admit that he was someone from thousands of years ago. The Elder of the Pavilion of Thoughts said, "The battle between gods and devils thousands of years ago brought the six realms to the brink of destruction. That was the end of an era that couldn't be prevented and yet, young man, you were able to escape that calamity. That's enough to prove that even if you didn't have the blood of the ancient gods in you, you're a descendant of ancient devils. Perhaps, you may have the blood of both."

“This legend speaks of the only power capable of opposing the primordial magic Lucen is using. Not ice techniques, not wind formations. But raw power, the power of the ‘God of War’.” Rayden stepped closer, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the carvings in the book. The word God of War felt so grand, so mythical, it bordered on unreal. “God of War? I’ve never heard of it.” “Of course not,” Arion replied. “Because it is not part of any known cultivation system. It is an anomaly, a power from an ancient era that predates all sects and clans. A power born from pure battle, not from meditation.”

"Maybe she is right. Maybe we need to rethink our approach." "Or maybe she is wrong and we need to move faster before these ancient gods or whatever they are destroy us all." "Mary, you cannot fight gods." "Watch me." I walked out of the conference room, my mind racing with plans and possibilities. Ancient gods. God magic. Forces that created The Covenant. It should have been terrifying. It should have made me want to hide. Instead, it made me angry. Because if ancient gods thought they could control reality and use The Covenant to torture people for three thousand years, they were about to learn what happens when a stubborn Healer Alpha with a hero complex decides to fight back.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

HE observes the creations of HIS creation and in total amusement knowing that the perfect plan of ‘HIS’ is starting to bend in the haywire of events ‘HE’ never expects. “Now, now, now. What move will you take this time with our mini-game, OPHIUCHUS.” Drawing a sinister smile as HIS rose-colored eyes illuminated in a neon pattern in the dark, HIS childlike façade and innocent mask leave him to enjoy and witness the game the pretentious GOD set, all for the only thing IT should not do. Just or not, no one should play with life and death. “Let us see just where will this put you my dear first creation.”

“The book of the gods is a sacred book which requires the touch of immortals to be able to access them. To get that book, you will have to show that you are an immortal and that you posses the necessary knowledge of the gods. “Very well then, can I see the book?” Valerie requested as she hoped to try her luck. The portals were open and a box came through and opened by itself and a book came out of the box. Valerie approached the book and at first, she noticed ancient runes which were written at the cover. She heaved a sigh and touched the book and she felt a force pulling her back but she tried standing her ground. After a while, the force stopped and she felt someone or something whispered

He said something about a demon race that destroys and trusts him with it. Xiao long can only breathe without wanting to know the real problem. He's concerned enough to see the memories of the gods now as they are unstable and afraid something fatal will happen to his soul. But of course there are some easily accessible memories. Xiao Long stood up and looked around. The sculptures of the god are still intact, as though the material used was incredibly valuable. After a careful look at the place, it dawned on him that it looked like ancient ruins that might have been specially devoted to the ritual of his calling.