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The moon above him blurred into a silver smear as his eyes began to glow faintly, light bleeding into the edges of his vision. His head fell back. He could feel his jaw aching, stretching, reshaping beneath the skin. His teeth ground together until they began to splinter, then sharpen, pushing forward. He wanted to vomit. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run. Something deep within his mind stirred. A voice—not human, not entirely. Something older. Louder. Finally. The word pulsed through him, not in his ears but in his blood. He groaned, clutching his chest, gasping for air as his spine rippled under the skin. Vertebrae popped, one after another, realigning. His shoulders broadened, muscles

Thor raged, lightning escaping the orifices of his body like a fast-flowing stream. In rage he struck out, his fist hurtling towards Sango who eagerly lifted his machete to block the attack with a cynical smile on his face. However, when that punch landed on his machete, the African god’s smile faded, and pain replaced it. *BOOM* The one who was nicknamed the god of retribution, and the strongest god of his heaven was forced backwards, his arms trembling like they had been struck by a large truck. His machete was fine even after being struck by those lightning bolts, but the hands that held them were charred black.

Tall, clad in armor of fire, eyes burning like two stars born from the void. The spirit of the first God of War. He stared at Rayden for a long moment, then smiled faintly. “You have surpassed the boundary of blood, Rayden Kalesvara Duskar.” “But remember, the blood of Gods is an endless fire. If not guarded, it will burn your world.” Rayden met his gaze, calm but sharp. “Then let this fire become light for those still fighting.” The god was silent for a moment, before his voice softened. “You speak like him.”

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

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.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

,she is a hateful drunk. "go back to your place Laura it is almost three in the morning ",I growl. "I'm sick of this shit, she ignores me, you two are the most awful and ignorant people I ever met. You don't listen to the moon goddess at all and I hope you both suffer for longer",I sigh. Here we go Fury hisses. "go home and sleep it off Laura ",I order but she keeps rambling.

Martial arts. It decides your fate as well as your life and death. The weak is humiliated while the strong looks down on the world. Martial Spirit. The innate talent of the people in the continent is considered as the warrior's soul. It can be said that the achievements of a warrior is closely linked to their martial spirit. There are numerous types of martial spirit. Nature spirits such as fire, ice, hurricanes, lighting, etc. Weapon spirits such as knifes, guns, swords and halberd. Beast spirits such as the white tiger, the crazy rhinoceros, the violent ape and the dragon snake. In addition there are also many powerful soul spirits such as the immortal spirit. The martial spirit, it wil

“Why do you have to be like this all the time, Enyo?” Enyo, female goddess of war; interesting. A bitter laugh comes from her, while the other wolves in the party step back as my little wolf’s aura explodes from her and I watch as even the one who is meant to be Alpha flinches, she turns to face him “Fuck you, Dylan” And then she shifts, her eyes locked onto me; Shit did she know I was here? Then she turns and takes off, she is fast and suddenly I feel empty.

He mumbled, "Perhaps his father and mother planned to kill the Youkai King long ago. God of Thunder Rey de Los Lobos and God of Metal Dragón de Hierro are nonetheless two gods at the top of the heavens, although they do not use their strength to fight every day, their strength is still unlike that of ordinary people. The Youkai King is not strong enough to be their opponent. He used all his strength to block a single blow from the two gods, but his body was seriously injured.