Characters With A God Complex Novels & Stories

Just being able to eat at a table again instead of on the cold floor is a small achievement. “We have a few,” he answers vaguely. — Gods of war and peace. Gods of desire, hate and love. And a wolf god who created everyone else because he was tired of being alone in the sky. The impression of your voice makes me curious. — Don't you believe in your gods? The Prince takes a long pause. He seems to reflect on something at the bottom of his glass.

Still no character growth. But here's the kicker - Xavier wasn't just an emotionally constipated ex. He was a full-blooded Alpha werewolf with a god complex and the patience of a toddler. If he were easier to get rid of, I would've ghosted him into another dimension by now. I glanced down at my ankle - still sore, still wrapped - and then up at Xavier, who was radiating the kind of smug confidence only a man with Alpha energy. All right. Two can play this game.

"May the Perfect Man curse you!" Oliviér's eyebrows gave away the surprise he felt with the way they jolted open. He looked back over at the boy. "The perfect man?" His hand squeezed harder. "What would an idiot peasant know about an evil god?" At the words of Oliviér the boy's face paled. It was obvious he did not mean to speak those words, but the way Oliviér saw it the boy really was an idiot commoner. The Perfect man. Dubbed an evil god in the whole of Hara, as well as any other god who wasn't Mother Earth. The Perfect Man was the god of gentlemen, and perfection, it was the reason why only men were his worshippers.

Power hungry idiot. Yesterday Morning “I will not have this little human become more powerful than me! I am the most powerful God and I rule them all!” He bitched like a child. I had to keep my laugh hidden, his ego couldn’t handle it. And I needed to know what he wanted before he let me out. “How could a human be more powerful than any God?” I asked innocently.

“And he looks more dashing. How old is he now? Like forty? Forty-five? You, in the middle of those three gods, were just so hilarious.” “Cal must be Hades,” Bethany smirked but looked at me, lifting a brow as she waited for me to agree. I shook my head and heaved a deep sigh. “He’s annoying,” I muttered, my lips pouting. If I were to compare them to the Olympus gods, Cal would be Zeus because of his cunning personality, but he could be Poseidon because of his bad temper. “I agree. He’s…” Marga giggled. “a panty-melter. He could be Adonis.”

Blessed by Magni, the god of strength, he has a fierce inner power that’s undeniable. Warrick, our twelve-year-old, is different. He’s a leader through and through, blessed by Kvasir, the god of inspiration. He already commands respect wherever he goes, and I have no doubt he’ll make his own mark on the world. And then there’s Eden. At ten, she’s our joy, blessed by Nanna, the goddess of peace. She brings light into every room, and her laughter is infectious. I know that she’ll grow into someone extraordinary.

"Master?!!" Everyone was petrified to see that scene and find out that Severin was their master! It was common knowledge that the four war gods were incredibly strong, at least to most ordinary people. Though there were certain insanely strong individuals from families who specialize in attainment and lived unfettered from mortal chains, those individuals were considered legendary characters who could not rightly be considered mortals. However, when it came to mortals, then only four of the highest-ranked people in the whole of Dracodom could be bestowed the title of 'war god'.

I offered her a chance and she shook her head. "Cornelius is angry at the world and wants to take over everything, he is smart and heartless, a senseless killer. And the Goddess made a damn good job pairing him with Agape, the crazy psycho. She is simply insane. She loves going into battle to rip their enemies apart herself, she loves the taste of blood all over her. She really is out of the world, she is a sadist bitch and her mate too, and they together are a mighty force." "And rogues are...?"

I could tell I wouldn't like what he had to say. "Maybella is a Goddess of lust and we thought it would be smart to make The God of dark wisdom and creation want her while Cindy helps fill his mind with dopamine so he will get a thrill with having both of them." He said. I looked at Cindy with a raised eyebrow because I doubt she would be able to beat Alexander with how innocent she was. His charm would make her fall for him instantly. It was the exact reason I only trusted tier one Gods to get close to him.

“Since you’re such good friends with the Islanders… “I’ll have you killed with their sword then.” “Kill me?” Vince York looked around him and saw Grandma York boiling with anger, Marcel York remaining calm, and the agitated faces of Selena Judd along with the members of the head and second house. Then, he squinted at Harvey and replied, “You must be mistaken, Harvey. “They say that I’m just a God of War because of drugs… “But, there’s something that they don’t get. Once a God of War, always a God of War!