Danmachi Gods Novels & Stories

“You’re really dangerous.” Tohya narrowed his eyes, holding his weapons in a way so that he is ready for combat at any given time. “Who did?” he asked dangerously. “Kami.” Yuri exchanged looks with her teammates before turning back towards Yuuki. “Who is this ‘Kami’?” she asked. “What is his real name?” “Kami is Kami,” was Yuuki’s answer. “He has no name. He is God.” Yuri, Tohya and Ren exchanged looks, all silently agreeing on the same thing. Whoever this Kami is, he seriously has a God complex.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

Everyone had thought that Mazaya would be The next in line but rumors went around saying it was someone from the high table. There were so many speculations going around the room. Most Gods thought that it would be Kye The God of Light. He was being swarmed by Gods congratulating him or telling him it had to be him. The only Gods in the room who knew the truth was Lucas The God of War; Bobby The God of Control; Kali The Goddess of Destruction and Velka The Goddess of Sin. None of the other dark members knew along with any of the other branches of council member

Will Dante help me? ******************************************

Alpha Issac announced to which everyone gasped and then bowed when he demanded silence. I had a really strange feeling which I just could not shake off. Something seemed off but no matter what it was, I could not work it out. Alpha Issac handed me a glass which I accepted not thinking it through until I had already taken a few sips. I immediately regretted it when I looked up and saw the smirk on Alpha Issacs face. He was up to something. Oh no. What had he done! I should have known he would not have been this overly welcoming.

I said, smirking at my mate “but I believe that you’re the master of deceit and acting” “What are you referring to this time, Dante?” Aurora asked, frowning in question, before her eyes widened in realization and understanding. A devious smile formed on my mate’s face, and taking her hand in mine, I kissed her knuckle gently, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds. “I believe that we are going to need to play one final game, neonata” I said, looking her in the eye “a last big show, or more specifically, a grand finally”

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

It was a few weeks, it seemed like a wave of Yomi no Kuni attacks, it was what seemed to be a periodic and commonplace monthly. Again, Dark -Dragon entered another Yomi no Kuni control center, in which at that time, Tsuki taking advantage of the distraction of the gods' fight, he transferred some files, which he was looking for, there was a fight later, but he needed to threaten the old god, somehow, he needed to finish the transfer to the chip and tuck it into his belt.

Even if her father hadn’t told her the truth of the history of the Dragon Moon festival, these people seemed to know and were eager to see Beelzanborg fall and the dragons restored to power. Before her, a mass of dragons came into view, many of them with human warriors on their backs, using bows and arrows to hit their targets as the fire from the dragons lit Beelzanborg troops and weapons on fire. The dragons swooped low to hit their targets and then flew around in a circle to come back in for another go. On the ground and even atop the castle there were hand-to-hand battles going on. Nya tried to find Slate but didn’t see him from this distance. As they closed in, she did spot Gavin, atop