Battleground God Novels & Stories

It was a clash between the Godly Sublime Body and the Dark Godly Body. Logan's blood boiled, his long hair billowing behind him. His dark clothes flapped loudly in the wind, and his eyes emanated divine purplish radiance. It collided with the crimson glow from Dark Wolf King, creating crackles in the air. Under the crowd's watchful gazes, the purplish fist and dark claws collided. Shockwaves reverberated throughout the land—the commencement of a grand God Grade battle. The ground quivered beneath the two opponents, serving as the epicenter. Their overwhelming auras surged into the surroundings, instantly extending across the land. Even those far from the battleground sensed the shockwave, th

- who seems like a fresh face in the world of crime. ‘Goldie? That’s it? No surname?’ Katcha thinks. Balthazar had many articles tied to his name, but this Goldie person seemed to have come out of nowhere. He’s been convicted of committing arson six months ago, but the news of his conviction didn’t come out until two days ago. There wasn’t any news of him from last year. She expands her search on different social media platforms, but all she could find were people who shared the same name, but not the same face. This was the same person who helped her escape from Darryl’s place.

Beep, beep! Damon heaves a sigh of relief as the screen slowly loads up. Meaning, the other primordial god is on the line. Yeojoon immediately glides his chair closer beside Damon, who was on a stool, and waited to see who the god was so he can get actual answers. If his hunch is right, this is the god's doings since it is in his power to control dreams and manipulate reality after all.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

He had found a way to hold on to god power even as he walked the mortal planes. He wasn't just a half-formed tom nor a disfigured no-fur. He was the God of Chaos. Running his hands over his head, Agent closed his eyes. His fingers ran over the furry ears and streak of black curly hair that still ran down the center of his scalp. He was more than anyone thought he could be. So why was this battle, this most important fight of his many lifetimes, why was this so damned hard? Why was he flailing around like a lost kit? What the hell was wrong with him?

He went to the stream and freshen up so that he could go to the town. The town he live, i mean near his house is called Red forest town. It is called Red forest because during Autumn the forest color used to be Red, as if the someone painted it Red no one knows why. And during this season most hunter don't go to forest to hunt, because the spirit beast used to mostly active at that time. As for Theo during this season he used to live in the town in the fear of spirit beast. spirit beast are those who can used qi while taking, they are intelligent beings who can cultivate.

The regrets surged. I didn't flinch. --- When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. Hours had passed. I was still standing. My face was wet with tears I didn't remember crying. My throat was raw. But I was still standing. Fenra watched me from the edge of the circle. Her three eyes were unreadable. "You didn't break." "I almost did." "Almost is not broken." She stepped into the circle and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're ready. As ready as anyone can be to face a seven-hundred-year-old Null who wants to become a god."

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

Gareth sat inside his prized Level 6 rig, staring at the now dead-silent ten formations ahead, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. He still hadn't fully processed what had just happened. Why had those formations suddenly exploded? Why had those men suddenly fallen asleep? Though he had no idea about the mechanics behind it, one thing was clear — this was all the doing of that black motorhome ahead. In the span of a single minute, a Level 5 rig had single-handedly annihilated eleven of his fully-manned combat formations! Over four hundred rigs… just... gone! And this East entrance, once a seemingly impregnable fortress of thirteen combat formations, now had only the two final elite forma

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."