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Why do they look so tiny? She quietly enjoyed the look on their faces. The fear in their eyes gave her an even more deeper satisfaction. They looked as though they've seen a ghost. Her main target was the king. Xerxes studied her for the moment she didn't make a move. This is the biggest wolf he has ever set eyes on. Black wolf with huge claws and teeth. Pointed ears and sharp fangs. Red eyes that matched the fury in them. This can not be. “Verdugo?”

I smiled as we got into action. With a smile we plunge into action, our fangs and claws are our weapons. And before minutes, the army was torn apart before they could even raise their weapons. Their dying screams were music to my ears, and swiftly it turned silent. We were a force of the goddess incarnate, we are unstoppable. "Glorious!" Fury comments, his anger revealing utter destruction. "Let their blood soak the streets, a proof to their price of defiance!" The humans received what they call upon themselves!

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

This gesture only made Felix even more furious as he pulled me slightly from the wall and then slammed me right back. "How dare you... how fucking dare you. Today, I’ll teach you a lesson so you will not defy me." I panted heavily, my chest rising and falling in fear as his hand lifted into the air. His eyes glistened with a fury that made my skin crawl, and his teeth were clenched so tightly it seemed like he might shatter them. A low, animalistic growl rumbled from his throat—dangerous, feral. “Get off her!” The voice boomed from the corner of the room like a thunderclap.

He started, his jaw ticked again and his eyes burning with fury. “What do you mean?” “They are lurking in the corners of the hall, waiting for the perfect time to strike.” “We don’t have a problem with the Italians. What now?” My brows creased together and my jaw worked. It seems they weren’t fine with me getting a bride after fucking and dumping their Italian mafia Princess, huh? “It seems they are still mad at you.” Alessandro chirped in, his voice dark with anger and his light-devoid eyes glared at nothing in particular.

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

There was a woman covered in fire just like me. Was she my mother? "Don't keep me in suspense , what does the book say?" Noah asked. I took a deep breath reading the first sentence and the air left my body. I read the words out loud. "Hestia the goddess of fire was created to cause destruction to mankind." Was I a weapon just like her?

After a few tense moments, he spoke, breaking the silence with calm certainty. “It makes sense,” he said, his gaze sweeping the group. Every eye in the room fixed on him, waiting. “He is the goddess warrior’s tiger—the bearer of arms destined to propel her into battle when the time comes. The trident would naturally respond to him.” A ripple of astonishment passed through the team. Even Cara and Marcus exchanged glances, the disbelief in their expressions tempered by the logic of Fyfe’s words. Kaplan felt a shiver run down his spine, part fear, part awe, as the truth of his connection to the trident—and to something far larger than himself—settled in.

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.