Novel & Cerita Berserker God

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

Now, I shall grant you the power of Eros, and you shall fight for all humanity as the chosen one. "And why would I risk my life to fight?" Alex argued. He had no wish to be the chosen one, and certainly did not want to bear such heavy responsibilities. Before he could continue, a blue screen appeared before his vision. [Host: Alex] [Points: 50 (Starter Gift)] [Skills: Divine Justice of Eros God (Shooting cum inside a girl's pussy while they orgasm will make them a devout to you.)] [Daily Missions: 3]

It was not carved from stone or forged from metal, but built entirely from bones—the bones of fallen gods, some still shimmering faintly with a dying, tragic divine essence. ​Upon that throne lounged Malzareth. ​The High God looked almost disappointingly ordinary. He was a tall man draped in loose black robes, with long silver hair falling over broad shoulders. His calm, crimson eyes studied Kaelor with an unsettling, quiet amusement, and his smile was warm. Too warm. It was the smile of a predator that found the terror of its prey entertaining. ​"So," Malzareth said softly, his voice cutting through the damp chill of the hall. "The forgotten god returns."

William corrected. The man who still earned the nickname "The Strongest God of War" didn't like the idea of people misunderstanding Riley. He still wanted his son to be known as one of those soldiers who wouldn't kill his opponent. That would make him a prouder father. According to him, the mistakes he had made in the past should not be made by Riley. He was once known as the "God of Death" because of his great killing ability, but then he turned into a general who was able to defeat enemies without killing them.

my Father had cut him off, his every word saturated in fury. "I challenge you you goddess-damned bastard!" The reason my Father wasn't alpha wasn't because he was in any way weaker than Ezekiel, but rather, because he had no interest in politics and the ruling of a pack. I think we had all forgotten that at some point. Well, that day, my father reminded us of the exact reason why he was referred to as the Berserker of Simmeria by all the forest's inhabitants. Needless to say, he killed Ezekiel. And it was not painless.

I say, still watching Seraphina until my dad pulls me roughly to my feet. "You heard him, Abaddon fought off six adult rogues, single handed to protect the pack." He raises my hand, ignorant of the pain in my shoulder and smiling proudly at the rest of the pack members in the clearing. "He will make a fine Alpha when the time comes. This calls for a celebration." "Alpha, with your permission, I'd like to take Seraphina home." Sera’s father asks.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

Ares is the God of War, slaughter, and unbridled chaos. Naturally, his Awakeners are not known for their even tempers. In the squad room on the top floor of the elite dorms, Bore stares at his phone screen. His crimson hair is literally sparking with aggressive divine energy. He reads his direct messages. Then, with a roar, he kicks a heavy mahogany chair straight through the reinforced glass wall. CRASH. "What the fuck is this?!" Bore bellows, his voice echoing like a cannon.

The doors shattered inward in a blast of violet fire, splinters whistling like arrows. Red Hollow berserkers stormed through the smoke, bodies glowing with bloodline runes, eyes hollowed into soulless pits. “FOR THE NEW GOD!” they roared as they charged. Serna answered with steel. Her hammer slammed into the first berserker’s chest, the spike ripping rune-flesh like wet clay. Magic sparked, trying to burn her fingers off. She held on and twisted until she felt a heart collapse under the force. “Break the casters!” she yelled. “Disrupt that damned circle outside!”

A very lucky woman will catch his eye some day and that smile will light her world. We haven't heard from the Goddess since the day Drakon died. Pepper says she senses her from time to time. She stops what she's doing, tips her head back, and speaks to her offering praise and thanks. I stop whatever I'm doing and offer the same. I will never doubt that my mate has a bond with a Goddess. Pepper is dragon and incredibly special.