Battle Above Gods Eye Novels & Stories

Then they have to be able to talk to Arthur no matter what--- and that is where Aaron will come in. They will talk to Arthur using Aaron and from there, they will try to save the two boys from the terrors of the Captain of the Cheerleading Club. Aside from that, their best case is knowing what Freya is planning to do and prevent that from ever happening. The ISO may be able to take Freya out of the picture due to her past doings, but they must consider that she has access to the God’s Eye and who knows what she has done with it. There is possibility that she has set a trap or something of that sort that if she ever died or was not able to access it, it might be a trigger for the God’s Eye t

As the first gate opens with the symbol of the fish-goat God, guardian God Capricorn emerges as it brings forth the cold and mist of the elemental ice. “Battlefront.” Kyle whispers just under his breath as he draws his blade close and a centimeter away and below his eyes. Tracing the front blade with his right hand as ice envelope it in return forming a diamond shine and hardness on it. He moves a step and a foot back as he vanishes in sight striking Arthur with his eyes and intent to kill.

“I-I know! After our meeting, I tried to retrieve the data, but all it displayed was an ~Error!~ message. That had never happened in the course of doing business. Aldred didn’t know what it meant, so he just chalked it down to a malfunction. Blanc, on the other hand, had a different expression on his face. “D-did you just say… ~Error!~?” The sheer horror reflected in Blanc’s expression sent a shiver down Aldred’s spine, though he managed to nod in acknowledgment. ‘I’ve never seen Father this shaken before…’ As the realization settled in, Blanc rose from his seat as if it suddenly had a thousand needles in it. He simply wasn’t comfortable any longer. “The [Eye Of God] is designed to detect Sk

Then he came. Alpha Boris stepped forward, towering in dark leathers that hugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to speak to command attention. His presence did that on its own. Cold grey eyes swept over us like a blade, calm but lethal. His dark hair, streaked faintly with silver, was pulled back from a scar that ran along his temple. No one knew how he got it, and no one dared ask. Beside him stood Beta Magnus. Younger, leaner, always with his jaw tight like he was biting back words. And then Luna Nora, regal and still, with that unreadable expression she wore like a mask. Even her beauty was sharp. Untouchable.

The shadows swirled violently, and then—the floor split. From beneath the ancient altar, a massive eye slowly opened. It was lidless, the iris a burning ring of crimson and decay. All light vanished from the room as the eye turned upward, staring at them all. The air became suffocating. The Eye saw too much. Felt too deep. One follower collapsed, convulsing. Another screamed and clawed at their face. But Nihareth stood firm, arms wide. "You see now what the gods feared," he whispered reverently. "You see what they tried to bury."

Quintan murmured, almost to himself, “He’s even more talented and fated than I thought.” Abraham appeared beside him, his presence equally composed yet sharp as a blade. “And yet you still look surprised,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving the boy. Quintan’s reply was barely above a whisper. “He might be our only hope.” The clouds above them growled again, louder this time, lightning arcing across the heavens like divine veins. Quintan’s gaze hardened. “All of you — step back.” The Gods of War hesitated, but the edge in his tone made them vanish in an instant, retreating several dozen meters away. Abraham snapped his fingers, and Gloria and her team suddenly appeared beside Elysia, far

Blakeney yelled. Oliver slowly opened his eyes and flinched as he saw his body engulfed in blue flames. He stared at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. The god within James took over again. “Use all of your anger, descendant of Hephaestus!” Authority dripped from every word. “Focus all of your being on your hands and force the fire to obey your will!” Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply, jaw clenched in concentration. The flame-covered hands began to tremble with exertion, but slowly the fire licked up from his feet, his legs, his stomach, and fused purposely on his chest and arms.

Even in the daylight, their obsidian eyes looked like a deep, bottomless abyss of death and despair as they struck down one enemy after another with deadly efficacy that no ordinary mages of the Orthodox Path stood any chance. However, the invaders have no lack of firepower themselves; mages of the Nirvana or even the Apotheosis Realm were locked in fierce battles against mighty Corpse Puppets that wielded several centuries worth of Malicious Grudge. They had managed to blitz through the walls of the Ridge but were faced with the relentless reprisals of the defenders when the Sect had unleashed more of their Corpse Puppets and the battle was now in a stalemate.

I nodded and moved away as Ryder and Ares faced off. **Ryder** The fucker wiped at the corner of his mouth. I was ready to end him. He knew I could. I could smell his fear. I had forgotten one thing though. Ares is the God of war, and he commands an army. He raised his palms at his sides. The ground shook as an army that was blessed by the gods started to fall from the sky. “Let’s see how you hold up against the soldiers of Olympus, kid.” Ares spoke.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.