Fallen War God Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, at this moment, no one knew the answer. Because neither the Human War Gods, nor the Demon Gods, showed up after the battle. There was also nothing said about the battle. As time went by, some pieces of news finally leaked out— The Supreme God of War had failed to break into the God Realm! He had been seriously injured and had disappeared! The Human Clan's God Realm masters were also defeated in the battle at Over Sky Cliff! It was hard to know whether the news was true or not. Like bombshells, those pieces of news made the situation in the Land of Infinity quite strange.

Araia’s P.O.V What is he talking about? How come they don’t know the word Human? “Are you serious?!” I was so shocked that I couldn't contain my voice. Elder Baster nodded his head. “I’m telling the truth.” My jaw dropped, I couldn’t bring myself to ask him anymore. I tried to organize my thoughts. Is this for real? My eyes roam the place, it's hard to believe that I'm not on Earth anymore, but from what I saw…

He smiled. After meeting her, he started to smile more. Then his mind replayed something and his face lost the smile. His Nano was so wrong. How can a fragile, something so sacred be the reason of his downfall? He can't let his grandfather's words take over his head. She is worth every price, every risk. ******

The city was burning. I could see the distant glow of flames from Antonio’s balcony, the smoke curling into the night sky like the ghosts of the fallen. And there were so many fallen. Luca stood beside me, unmoving, his face carved from stone. I had never seen him like this before. Not even when I had broken his trust. Not even when everything between us had come crumbling down. This was different. This was war. Cassie sat on the couch behind us, her leg bouncing anxiously. Ethan was on the phone, barking orders at someone, his usual sharp demeanor stretched thin.

“I told you.” Luca’s voice broke. “You’re an idiot.” “Yeah,” Riven agreed faintly. “But I’m your idiot.” The lattice trembled again—but this time, not with threat. With fear. Far beyond them, the Covenant withdrew—recalculating, restructuring, panicking. Because for the first time since the system was written— A god had fallen. And it had screamed like anything else when it realised it could die. Riven closed his eyes, breath finally steadying.

I said with deep contempt. “Your revenge is not my problem. You’re holding on to a lost battle” “You don’t know that. If you’re truly a god of war like everyone believes, you wouldn’t use a dirty trick to get me here. It’s only right you take me on, fight and drag me away under the watch of my pack fighters. That is if you’re capable of that” My brows arched at him mockingly, provoking him on purpose. “With or without your pack, you’re nothing.” he blurted.

Lucas must have known we’d expect them to attack today. Yet there are nowhere near enough werewolves here to take on the full brunt of the royal guard. I make myself look at the fallen faces. My people. Werewolves, like me. No matter that they came to attack me, I cannot help feeling as though I have failed them. Because I have. Now they’re dead, and I’ll never get another chance to save them. As we approach the main palace doors, every rebel able to walk filing out in front of us, I glance over my shoulder to take in the sheer number of lives lost today. I cannot allow myself to forget the cost of this war, this feud, this struggle for power.

The Thirteen Fallen Gods & Their Bloodlines "From their ash, we rose. From their blood, we were born." A ripple went through the room as everyone leaned forward. Professor Valewyn’s voice dropped to a reverent hush, like she was sharing a sacred truth. “Each god ruled a fundamental force. When they were destroyed during the Divine War, their essence splintered, embedding fragments in mortals. Those fragments became bloodlines. Every godblood born today descends from one of these divine sources. Whether you know it or not.” She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire.

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

"You are just a reflection. A memory he left behind in the void." The Warlord stepped forward. He did not walk so much as glide, his presence commanding the very metal of the city to shift and accommodate his path. "I am the end of the war. I am the Kael who did not doubt the price of victory. I am the version of him that chose to sacrifice everything to stop the gods. You should be thanking me. Because of my choices, the gods are dead." "And you are alone," I said, my voice gaining strength. "You destroyed the cage, but you turned yourself into the jailer."