Deimos God Of War の小説・ストーリー

replied Dolos. "He looks like Loki's character in the Thor movie," said Claire. "Indeed. Loki is the god of lies and deceit in Norse mythology, Dolos is the Greek version," replied Leon. “If that's the case, my guess is he'll give you some kind of hallucination. Be careful Leon," said Claire. "What are you afraid of, Perseus? I think I can see it," said Dolos again with a sly smile.

He casts a loving look in his wife’s direction. One of the other Gods steps forward, placing his right hand over his heart, giving Jamari a slight bow. “I am Set, better known as the God of War.” He tells her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “As you can imagine, this is a very exciting time for me.” He winks at Jamari, lifting his body from his bow. My mother rolls her eyes from behind him.

someone murmured, eyes wide with newfound respect for Danial. Pavan was practically bouncing with excitement, his face beaming. "He managed to hit Elysia, the God of War!" he shouted, unable to contain his joy. Maria, who had been observing the match keenly, offered a more tempered perspective. "He managed to hit her because she allowed it," she said calmly. Pavan looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" Kuro interrupted, his voice carrying a weight of reverence. "She is the God of War of Somerland. Do you think anyone could land a hit or even touch her without her consent? If she wanted, she could finish every single one of us in this hall within a single second."

The two Bloody Red Humanoid figures were perfectly identical. One of the two Identicals came forward and started talking "I've already restored your health, and your strength should now be back to normal. You see. Normally, I should've killed you already, but you've said something that caught my attention. You called yourself the 'God Of War', haha." The Identical laughed gently, then continued

The Deimos curse. I slipped into the sheets as I began reading the origin of the curse. The original Deimos wolves, like the Solaris and Asheton, were arrogant, powerful and gifted. They were seen as gods by the werewolf kind. Back when the gods walked the earth, there was a certain Deimos prince who upset Helios, the god of the sun, after challenging him to a match - Not knowing that he was talking to a god.

I imagine Kas telling a story and using magic to make the constellations move at her will. Kas. I have to get her home. “Did… did I just kill the God of War?” My mind is more fuzzy than it was a minute ago. I pull the straps on the tac vest, loosening it so I can breathe. “Sort of… He won’t stay dead. Zeus will have to bring his back from Purgatory and Zeus hates this son of a bitch.” He looks at Ares with an air of amusement. “So, it’s gonna be a really long time for that to happen.”

Ares chuckled at the corners of his lips, holding it up to form a mocking gesture at Morgan whose face was getting redder, he could see the one pure god's brows slanted sharply as he shot a glare at him, "Why? Am I telling the truth?" Ares is the god of war and trembling is not his style, he has gone through many wars with many victories anyway, then just a Morgan? Just a god who never even used his powers, Morgan was just an amateur god, there was no reason for Ares to be afraid of Morgan.

I nodded at her, and she raised her hands towards me. "I, Mnemosyne, Goddess of memories, vow that I will grant you the memory you desire in exchange for you fighting with us in the coming war," she said in a deep voice that resonated with power. "I, Rhea, known as Nemesis, the Goddess of vengeance, promise that I will fight along with the Olympian Gods in the war against Titans and demons in exchange of the memory I ask for," I vowed and placed my hands on top of hers. A wind picked up in the room and I felt power crackling around us. I knew that the promise was binding and now there was no choice left for me. I was already in the war before it ever began…

She had a faint air of powers around her but he could not ask her about it, not in the presence of these men who believed he was human like them. Demeus was the god of gods in Eyrotia. Though he was worshipped by all of Eyrotia and there were statues of him in almost every temple and idols in his image in many households barely anyone knew what he looked like except other gods. He loved it that way because it gave him the avenue to escape his god duties and live among his creatures. He could be anything. He could be a wealthy merchant from a faraway kingdom, he could be a beggar, a fisherman like he was today, a blacksmith…anything! And no one would know that the person with whom they spoke

She even ordered her own men to charge in and take advantage of the chaos. Keira tightly clutched Arka's jacket. Her eyes remained fixed on the man standing in the middle of the crowd. Like a God of War. Deep in her heart, the image of Reza, whom she had always thought about, gradually became blurred. On the other side, Mireya's eyes shone brightly. Her gaze followed every movement Arka made. His composure, precision, and flawless teamwork with Black Garuda. Her curiosity transformed into something far more dangerous.