Chariot Of The Gods Book Novels & Stories

The gold in her eyes had not fully faded yet, and in that light she looked every bit the answer to a question Ares had not expected to need to ask. He gestured once, and the air behind him split with a sound like thunder trapped inside a blade. His divine war chariot manifested in a surge of heat and force, wheels carved from impossible light, the whole thing arriving with the arrogance of a force that expected the world to make room. The ocean recoiled from it. The wind snapped hard in its wake. The beach shuddered beneath the arrival of that ancient, violent authority. Ares stepped up into the chariot without another word.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

“What do you mean?” “Some of his books ended up in the library at school—anything dealing with the gods.” Eliza swept the sidewalk around them with her eyes to make sure no one was paying them any attention. “Oh, okay. Right. He was a demigod?” She nodded. “Some of the founding fathers were.” “It’s so . . . weird. I mean they all did things that were incredible, like no regular person could do. And now it all makes sense.” “Mm-hmm,” she confirmed. “Much of this country’s founding was really a dedication to the gods—the architecture, the sculptures, the paintings, symbolism, all of it. Athena herself invested time in the founding of this country.”

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said:

They never treated me differently and for that, I will always be grateful. Charlie, however, is a siren and so my mom Gaia, the Wolf Goddess of Hell, took him to Queen Asteria, Queen of the Sirens, to be reunited with his people. When he returned months later, the little five-year-old me was shocked at how fast her best friend had grown and changed. He was an adult. But we were still close. Because he had the other half of the oracle in him.

He said handing them to me. I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first. The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame "When the moon weeps in silver tears, Where silence echoes through the years, And five fangs causes her pain, A child shall rise, with fire in her veins, Her soul alight, with shadowed blade, She shall walk paths where many fear,

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.