Demigod Tests Novels & Stories

It didn't matter if it was still noon and they had to sweat. *** "Need three more demigods, sir." Vasilio nodded. After that one witcher left, she immediately devoured the weakly beating hearts of the demigods. The taste is not fishy, but sweet like roast beef. A demigod's heart was different from a human's. If a human's heart would instantly stop beating upon death, then demigods were different. The thing will still be ticking for up to 72 hours. After he finished eating, Vasilio took a tissue and cleaned the traces of blood that stuck to the corners of his lips. His strength seemed to increase. It could be seen from his increasingly glowing skin and also from the man's eyes that lit up.

“How can they? We have four species in this world and hybrids aren’t one of them. Where did you come up with such absurd information?” “Are you really going to believe that a demigod exists but not a hybrid?” I confronted them, my eyes piercing each one of them. “B-but, what you are suggesting is impossible.” Elder Orion stammered, his mouth unable to form full sentences at the onslaught of his shock. “It’s not a suggestion,” Jason interrupted. “It’s real. And if you still don’t believe us, we have proof.” The room fell still again.

"We need your help to defeat Zillah. She is too powerful and too manipulative. We need your knowledge and power to help us. Goddess of Spell: Very well. I will help you, but first you must prove your worth. You must pass three tests. Killian and Elvis looked at each other and nodded. They accepted the challenge and began the tests. The first test was to find a way to break the spell that Zillah had placed on the people of the land. After much searching, they found the answer in an ancient book. The second test was to find a way to protect the people of the land from Zillah's manipulations. This was more difficult, but eventually they found the answer in an old scroll. The third test was to f

When a mahò user has the result from the first test all that is needed next is for it to be verified by the other test and finally confirm the class and level, in other case that the user did not follow the sequence, well nothing much changes, it is just that the thrill that defers, at least for me. With the scale of magic before me I directed my mana towards it and a white smoke filled the crystal ball. 3 and eight, class C level 8. It was amazing, a surge of heat filled my face and my heart began to thump erratically. One of the judges abruptly stood up and went to the professor. I saw the professor nodding twice and signaled for the tester dummies to come in. I readied myself for the last

Even so, their expressions all tightened at once. Mendyl's voice changed with alarm. "Wyrmhelm, are you telling me Reginald is on the verge of becoming a demigod?" To be "Beyond Mortal Limits" meant you were top of the food chain. But you still played by the world's rules. A true god? That would be off the board, and they made their own rules, the ultimate cheat code. Then again, it was all just labels, stories we tell about power. If real gods existed, the one they pray to in the Lomuia Grand Cathedral would have descended long ago to punish the world.

The familiar white sheer fabrics are dancing to the seagulls' melody in the arms of the wind. -"The one time you should have walked through the door, you didn't." The Moon Goddess giggles, amused at my apparent and unintended defiance. -"Am I dead?" I ask her. The beast barbequing me was the last thing I remember. -"Dead? No, only a god can kill a god or, or in your case, a demigod." Wait! What? I am what? She must have read my confusion features because she continued. "You're like my half-brother Hercules, Naomi. You can only die from natural causes, such as growing old."

Layla didn’t know how to process this or what to make of it, but she simply said, “I’m possible from the looks of it.” She glanced over at the portraits of the many demigods who had been recognized for what they did at the Academy, and wondered what this meant fully. Now that she knew for sure, she could feel this cold slick feeling coursing in her veins. Almost like a midnight breeze. It gave her chills but comforted her at the same time.

I grab the test before I can chicken out and hold it up. Two lines. Pregnant.

In my previous life, Shirley had accidentally broken my old glasses, so she bought me a new pair. She kept praying for me too. She said I'd definitely predict the exam questions correctly. Wearing the glasses she gave me made it feel like she was right there beside me. In the end, my SAT results were invalidated. The school publicly announced that I had cheated off my classmate, Ian. Why did nobody ever consider the possibility that he cheated off me instead? I kept explaining to our teacher that I had always ranked first in the grade. Why would I copy answers from Ian, someone who ranked at the bottom every single time?