Dreadgod Novelas e Histórias

His armored feet touched the white sand of the mountain ridge without making a single sound. He was tall. Regal. Dressed in flawless black armor streaked with veins of pulsing crimson energy. His original silver hair had long since darkened into an ink-black color, but his deep eyes still held the faint, terrifying traces of the noble Alpha he had once been a thousand years ago. *Nyxar.* The dark god had finally, completely stepped out of the Eclipse Gate. He walked slowly into the shattered entrance of the temple, his crimson gaze locking directly onto Killian. Then, his eyes shifted to scan Seraphina. Finally... his terrifying gaze settled completely on young Aiden.

I see the gleam in his bright blue eyes, like he has won something. “Yes, you did manage to kill several of my monsters and yes you killed Orange. But you are missing the real point. I have thousands of monsters, and so far I only see 4 of you and that includes two people that are blind to the monsters so I don’t see what help they will be to you.” “You under estimate the friends I have Aidan.” I see him shudder when I say his first name. “You may think you have won and you can win many a battles but that does not mean you have won the war.” His smile droops and turns into a snarl.

"Fine. I’ll be a monster instead." The name burned in my mind, an ancient, forbidden call. Erebus. The God of the Deepest Shadow. If the light had abandoned me, I would make the darkness my throne. I was ready to sign away whatever was left of my soul, so long as I could watch Adam’s world burn.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

Oh my goddess! I am almost afraid to ask which one Draknar is! Is he a Dragon Shifter ? Or Vampire?

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This new, dark fear felt so personal that I could barely breathe. “Deathroh,” Fin offered. "The god of death."

“I’d suggest you sit down, this is going to be a long story.” I nodded then lowered myself to the soft grass and sat down, ready to listen to what she had to say. “Long ago,” she began. “In the celestial realm of Vhal’Zyrr— this is where the gods lived, where the universe was created. There was a young god amongst them— Zerathos, the bringer of dread. He was born from the cosmos itself, his powers sprung from the darkest corners of the universe itself. He had the ability to bend the will of those lesser than him, to make them see, feel and die as he wished. At first, the other gods were surprised by his powers— his creation as a whole. He was ambitious, charismatic and gifted far beyond what

Atarah tried to move but Amon stopped her by griping her hand. "What do you intend to do?" He asked her wondered if she was going to fight them. "Well, we have to do something." That was all she said and Amon sighed. "You should probably head back and contact some scouts or guardians, they will know what to do. I can stop them easily, they are humans after all." He sounded confident in abilities, he was lightning wolf which was by far the fastest wolves blessed by the goddess of the moon. Atarah glanced at both Amon and the black figure alternatively for a moment before nodding her head.

a familiar voice echoed, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my back, hoping to escape the tense situation, but my heart sank as I came face to face with Beelzebub. June, trembling with fear, pleaded with him, "My lord, I'm sorry," her voice quivering in terror, her face a portrait of dread.