Novel & Cerita Angry God

Fuck You! Argh!.." Roaring, the God Of War, Nri Magu, felt frustrated then charged forward. He simply couldn't take it anymore, how could he allow this strange Bloody Red God to underrate him so much. Not only did the Red God discovered his cowardly plans to retreat, but the Red God also referred to him, a 'God Of War' as Little Ones. He didn't even stop there but went on to say that an Avatar of his Avatar, would kill him with just one breath. Even an ant couldn't be killed with just a breath, it was just too humiliating.

’ I ask, Oh, he hears me alright, because the next thing that fills the sky is an ear-splitting hiss of pure blistering rage. Oops, I just pissed off a god, and I really don’t give ten fucks.

Hilda - Gefion (Hilda feared Gefion) Maria - Hades Khloe - Hades Hades - Abyss Hades - John Fates - John Hilda - Hades Daniel - Gefion Silva - Gefion Maria - Azazel John - Azazel Massaca - Azazel Butt - Azazel All except the three MC - Fate THEME OF ANGER Anger ; The English term anger originated from Old Norse Myths, Angr, summing up the following words, grief, pain, sorrow, affliction, wrath and trouble. Anger in BBP, was a term obviously centred around John, due to all he had been through, letting it all fade away wasn't something easy. Although, carrying the wrath of all from the start, John turned his anger into rage, thus battling is enemy with it. Legend says only a fool fight with ra

Her anger was simmering just below the surface, and waiting to erupt like a volcano at any moment. She couldn't help but remark sarcastically at her master, who sat outside her door, sipping his wine with an air of nonchalance, as if he didn't have a care in the world. "All you can do is sit here and get drunk," Ara spat, her words dripping with venom, and her tone laced with contempt. "I don't even know why you became a god in the first place. You should be called the god of drunkards instead of the god of protection."

Please forgive him and let the gods handle this matter. Sadiq ➡ gods! What gods? Where were they when my mother was thrown into the dirt, where were they when my mother was sexually abused, where were they when my mother was killed? Where were they? The gods don't care about us.. They're just sitting high in the heavens watching humans suffer and tear each other apart.. I've longed forgotten about the gods.. All those people that have wronged me and my mother and father.. I'm going to make them pay.. Some have already paid the price and in time others will follow. .

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

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.

T'ma tam prisutstvuyet, i blagorodnym moim lyudyam ya uzhasayus'. It had been a year since the Goddess had risen. She brought them joy. But then she became angry. She was dark inside? What does that mean? She was dark inside, like her blood? This is looking more like the ramblings of a madman. My admiration for the Alpha was given too fast. Clearly. He admitted that he was scared of her. Damn my stupid illiterate brain.

Solana's POV Anger. Annoyance. Frustration. Those were the emotions battling for dominance within me. I hated this man. I hated him for all that he and his pack had put me through. And I hated the goddess even more for pairing me with him. Apart from being heartless, he was an annoying pain in the ass. And every single thing he did annoyed me. He was a walking trigger.

Grace I had never seen Apollo this angry in all the months I had known him, because most of the time he carried himself with an almost calmness that made it impossible to read what he was truly feeling, but right now there was no mistaking the emotion burning in his eyes. He was angry. No, he was furious. The kind of furious that destroyed everything in its path.