Ashura God Novels & Stories

he said. “Exactly who we are expecting there?” he asked. His eyes set on the road ahead. “The one who was playing with us the whole time.” I don’t believe he fucking p=tricked me that day. I gritted my teeth. I have been fooled from the start. “Damien, the god of chaos.” I said and I could see Asher’s whole body tensed. “You know him?” I asked. “No, but after many encounters with these gods, I know one thing for sure. Nothing good comes from meeting them.” he said and I started laughing to which he looked at me; I could see he was also smiling and before we know we both started laughing together.

God knew where it was at, had kept it a secret from his creations and followers. Unless... "Loss, come here real quick." I said, and as he stepped close to me, I scratched his forearm, a drop of his blood landing on the temple floor. The temple shook, and glowed, before Asherah was back inside staring at the both of us confused.. "Loss...you aren't a creation of God...you're a creation of Asherah." I whispered.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

I looked at him like he was stupid “The same way I got the burns on my arms and legs” He looked at me puzzled then suddenly it all clicked “Can you tell me his full name? I have been trying to find out about him, but he is a ghost, and I am getting nowhere”. “His full name is Phillip Lord. He told me he is a plumber, but I know that is a lie. I also know that you know what he really does. I am fine if you are unable to give me that information. I also know that he wants me dead as he has met a new girl that he wants to destroy. He will come back for me, I do not want any of you getting hurt in the process. I am happy to give you what you need and then return to my life”.

Ezra had been such an invincible character thus far that the fact that he could be this critically wounded by an airwave slap was just insane. Even Zayn was startled. Sure, Paxton was strong—he was Ares, Rheasia’s protector, and an Invincibilis fighter. But to be this strong? To wound Ezra grievously without even touching him? Taio, Hollis, Jonah, and others gazed upon the newly-appeared Paxton in religious zeal and veneration. They dropped to their knees and shouted, “Hail Ares!” Echoes of “Hail Ares” reverberated through the mountain. It was only then when non-military people realized that this mild-mannered, polite-looking middle-aged gentleman was Rheasia’s myth and legend, the War God w

They all understand the meaning behind this. If Akash apologizes, then that wouldn't just be Akash apologizing to Creed, but from the outside it would be the oldest Bakshi son of Phoenix God's and member of War God Pavillion apologizing to a mere commoner. Everyone could feel the weight latched on to this ridiculous demand, except for Artemis herself. "Artemis, please let's not do this. I told you I'm not offended. This is completely unnecessary. We should just let it g—."

She feels , to rip the bones of Shasha when she finds her around her husband . " Hahaha !! Added kerosene on burning fire ??? " , Ethan chuckled entering . An eye watering moment for them to notice there beloved friend strangling on his Nithra's hand . It's not easy to touch, Asher .Asher is an Ruthless man .He won't spare the one who dare to touch nor think of his shadow .

she asked Nix. Kord groaned. "Come on!" Kiema stabbed a finger in his direction. "Shut it, Nerdy Noah." She looked back at Nix. "Well?" "Then the gods and goddesses will once again rise to full power. And they will hunt you and all of your loved ones down. They will make you a message and example for everyone who thinks to rise against them." "Circle of the Reckoning, it is, then," Kiema said. "Back to Scarlet, Goddess of the Night, and assassination attempts," Asher said.