Deimos God Of War Novels & Stories

While Deimos is neither of those things. Deimos comes back into the living area, and his eyes go straight to Ace and his arm, that is wrapped around me. I try to wiggle out of Ace’s hold, but he only squeezes me tighter to his side. I look into Deimos’s eyes, and they are glowing gold. We are all in trouble. “Everyone out,” Deimos growls. “Calm down, Alpha,” Ace says jokingly. “It was just a joke.”

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

Riordan’s eyes gleamed with hope and stared at Thomas for a long time. To increase Riordan’s confidence in him, Thomas added, “Aside from the identity that I mentioned earlier, I am also the God of War from the west coast, in charge of thousands of troops. I believe I am capable enough to solve your problem.”

The air was thick enough with their fear that I could touch it. I stepped up onto the prow, balancing perfectly on the edge of the ironwood. "Jace," Torin warned, but he didn't pull me down. I looked at the lead warship, less than a hundred yards away. I could see the human gunners holding their burning matches, waiting for the order to fire. Elias had told us not to break their doors down. He told us to be the bedrock. I closed my eyes. I didn't reach for my anger. I didn't reach for the memory of the War Doctrine. I reached deep into the core of my chest, finding the exact, perfect frequency of the archive floor at the founding ground. The absolute, unshakeable quiet of a world at peace.

I smiled softly and decided to reintroduce myself “I am the Female Alpha of Moon Edge.” They burst into laughter again. Then one stepped forward mockingly. “If you’re the female Alpha, then I’m Alpha Keres, the merciless god of war of Drakinral” he said looking so ugly just trying to mimic him. I scoffed, unable to hide my feelings. “Ridiculous.” His face darkened at my comment and he raised his hand to slap me but my reflex caught his wrist mid-air. His eyes widened; “You dare dodge me? You omega trash!”

Memories flashed before my eyes-my mother's laugh, my father's strong hand on my shoulder, the smell of the Moonlight Pack's forests-and the device seared them, blurring their edges, leaching them of their color and emotion, reducing them to flat, factual data points. I tried to scream, but the restraint at my throat allowed only a choked gasp. VANESSA. The voice of the Goddess within me was a distant roar of fury, but it was muffled, trapped behind the wall of the chair's enchantment and the invasive, violating needle. You are a variable, Omega's voice whispered in my mind, not through the bond, but through the device itself. A resource. Your past is irrelevant. Your connections are weaknes

Kono laughed "You really did a great job her" Stone said "I'm sorry Dear brother. You're gonna meet your end today" Kono said and charge towards stone while Albert fought with the remaining disciples. The fight between the two gods ( Kono and stone) was very tough.. Kono wasn't as strong as stone but both immortals were terribly wounded "I've been lenient with you.. I think I should show you what I'm capable of doing " Kono said and pointed the golden amulet at stone which began draining his (stone) powers..

She had to survive first and plot her revenge later. By the time his tall intimidating frame walked back into the room, she already had her answer. He scared her senseless, he had a very powerful aura she had never felt before. His eyes sparkled with mischief, he could seduce anyone without even trying. His deep voice was like brown rich honey and warm milk. He looked like a representation of a Greek god from mount Olympus. His clothes latched unto his sexy muscles and broad shoulders. His amber eyes were staring deep into her soul. He was one fine ass man. Ariel swallowed hard, he was insanely hot, she was losing her mind. Her cheeks flushed, they were bright red. What was this man doing to

Elia’s eyes fluttered toward her, desperate but lost. “Lucien is the God of War,” the healer said, each word deliberate and powerful. “Yes! But he does not kill his own people.” Her thumbs pressed against the back of Elia’s trembling hands. “He protects them.” Elia’s breathing was still fast… too fast, ragged, shallow, dangerously close to spiraling. Her chest heaved like she was dying on a dry land. But the healer didn’t let her look away. Her hands tightened around Elia’s trembling fingers, anchoring her with sheer will.

I placed my thumb on the fingerprint scanner on the wall and the screen on the wall turned green. "Voice recognition—" "Ethan Frost," I cut it off. There was a three-second delay. "Welcome back, Master Ethan." A slight jolt and the elevator was on its way to sublevel 2. I closed my eyes and sighed. A pressing matter at hand. The peace had become fragile, and it was only a matter of time before different packs started pointing hands at each other. Death to the Moon Goddess' vessel. The statement was clear. The rogues had someone directly funding them.