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A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

The resurrected Iberu and his armies went back to their kingdom not disappointed though, but happy, they did died as expected and only was given another chance to die another day, GODS AND HUMANS Years went by, and Morolake, was left in the prison, the world wanted a befitting sentenced if possible she should be killed in the present of all eyes, the word war remembrance day was set aside to celebrate the wars that was triggered by the witch queen who almost put an end the the whole world, her pandemic would have ended it all, if not for the intervention of the gods and goddesses and many other heroes of men, there had been some speculations about human being complaining about been ruled by

Riversane all of this seemed just fine He was in search of God Till he let Himself in the entranceway shadowed with the Underworld sheath The dome-like ceiling carved in bones and screams drowning in the dark light The fight to get to the center Souls foul screeched pulling the other down Limping and bleeding Black Their hearts on display To thump all the silent evil Echoing the thoughts of monstrous atrocity There was no pity for them As they lived now for eternity Always in the presence of hurt and pain They had nothing to gain in this part of the world They lived in spite And Mr. Riversane marched through in steady strides Never wavering in front of this scene It was a regular Halloween T

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

" When she was done, she looked at Chase expectantly, as if seeking praise. After listening, Chase thought to himself, 'Isn't this just the underworld? How did advancing to a martial celestial god bring me directly to such a place?' These so-called Gods of Death were probably similar to the King of Hell. If that was the case, could he not check the Book of Life and Death to find his sisters and parents? In an instant, Chase seemed to have found a way to resolve his lifelong concerns.

She spoke politely with a smile almost with a singing voice, she always acted too feminine like she wasn't strong enough to snap a goat's neck with an ordinary slap. "You are welcome." Atarah said as both of them walked towards the herbalist shop, Since werewolves were immune to virtually every disease and they had a strong healing factor, there wasn't any point of hospitals. It would be useless to build hospital because there would rarely be sick people, at best it would only be used for delivering babies but there was already structures built for that. Which begged the question for which Atarah could never really answer, why she has never experienced sickness? They walked into a large hut

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]