Angry God Novels & Stories

Asshole’s heart ached with the injustices he had suffered, yet in his twisted mind, he found it easier to play the victim than to confront the depths of his anger. And so, he plotted. With every passing day, Asshole found himself slipping deeper into his own rage, concocting plans to kill his father and claim the throne. His thoughts grew darker, fed by whispers from a malevolent force—an ancient god of war, murmuring promises of power and vengeance. Asshole’s fury began to take on a life of its own, becoming something almost tangible, a sinister presence that fueled his growing obsession. The darkness in him laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the silence of the forest.

my voice broke. “What? Why the fuck would I leave you?” His face was full of anger and confusion. “Because I’m tainted.” His eyes travelled the whole of my face as he grabbed it with both hands. “Are you fucking mental? Are you smoking crack? You’re not fucking tainted? Don’t ever. Ever say that again!” He shouted at the end of the sentence. “But you’re being funny with me,” I looked up and the tears had pooled in my eyes.

* I added. "Yo, man?" Hacker called. "Coming!" I yelled to the man. *I swear by the moon goddess, I will kill these people!* I growled to Arnold. *Want me to come in?* Arnold asked. I could feel his anger and frustration blended together. Suddenly, his fire was no longer warm in my system. Instead, it felt like it was drying me out. I knew that was his anger fueling his wolf's aura, which was in turn burning me out.

Rodyn snorted, his claws digging deeper into his palm. The moment the scent of his blood hit his nose, she glanced at his hand. Her gaze stayed on his fist until he eased his grip. “You know,” she said, her voice low, “burying anger won’t make it go away, and digging your claws into your flesh won’t either.” To quell his rage, he forced a smile. “I know,” he said. “I still can’t wrap my head around this. To think we were torn apart and for what? The selfish desires of the gods?”

There was a sense of excitement of hunger for passion ,it was as if the moon goddess was there in their midst peering at everyone soul looking for who to invoke with this spiritual insanity ,the passion was intoxicating and there he was missing out of everything . Khloe was still the center of attention the one to tame the anger of the goddess ,the fact he had said something blasphemous about the goddess just a fortnight ago made him nervous, he wondered in his mind if the goddess still held grudges and would strike him down right their in their midst.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

umare knew how they multiplied, Aroba and her wife were the only god and goddess that ever had children, that alone surprised the heavens, and may probably be envious of them when she first conceived, but after seeing the children they felt better to be without children, the hatred continued and these children knew no love from anyone even their parents, as time goes on, the children grew up and became an adult, they became more fund of themselves that they began to make love and the young sister got pregnant and as the heavens already knew, she gave birth but her single birth produced more than a dozen children and all were like their parents, dark, scary and vicious, and they all grew up f

Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder how he can't seem to put his anger under control knowing fully well he was the Alpha and many things could go wrong if he continued to let his anger get a better part of him. She felt like talking to the goddess about the whole thing as she was getting more scared as the day went by. AT NOAH'S PACK A mean looking man was sitting on a chair in a wide room. There were thick lines on his face that would make one not waste a single time before labelling him as wicked.

“If I’m so smart, then tell me. Why didn’t you hold me in your arms if you knew what a mate was, if they were so special? You let me walk right out those palace doors and I would have never known! I could have been alone forever and not know!” My anger erupted. I didn’t want to tell her what I was. I wanted her to see me how I was now. Different, I was different with her, and I’ll never look back to what I was before her. “I am the God of Destruction!” I whispered in her ear. Her body stilled as I held her close to my body. “My powers were out of control, my anger, my ability to hurt others has been growing by the day. I didn’t want to hurt you,” I growled. Pushing her back, her eyes looked

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d