God Form Goku Novels & Stories

Bima rose from his seat, his face pale. The second match was even more brutal. Bima sent out the heavyweight boxing champion he had hired for an enormous sum. The man was like a giant, his attacks raging like a storm. But Black Garuda wasn't in a hurry. He simply dodged, struck, and stepped back. Then struck again, repeating the pattern. Little by little, his opponent's stamina was drained away. Finally, the giant collapsed onto the floor and could no longer get back up. Black Garuda won two rounds.

It seemed like a simple step, but it evaded Takai’s attack. Takai squinted. He did not expect that Harvey could still dodge his attack even after becoming a God of War. He was clearly a lot stronger than he was previously! Did this mean Harvey was also a God of War?

If she did not lower herself before Kaze, repent her sins and make up for the Whites, then she would end up horribly. Camry and Teresa were so excited that they cried. They knew their son’s name would be cleared soon and justice would be served! They knew it because their son was like a brother to the God of War! “Godfather, what is a God of War? Is it a game? Why are they calling you that?” Brenda looked at Kaze with a curious gaze. The girl’s innocence made the atmosphere lighter. Kaze smiled. “Yeah, God of War is like a game. He’s powerful like superheroes and can protect you from the villains. No one can make us move out of this house.”

“You’re really dangerous.” Tohya narrowed his eyes, holding his weapons in a way so that he is ready for combat at any given time. “Who did?” he asked dangerously. “Kami.” Yuri exchanged looks with her teammates before turning back towards Yuuki. “Who is this ‘Kami’?” she asked. “What is his real name?” “Kami is Kami,” was Yuuki’s answer. “He has no name. He is God.” Yuri, Tohya and Ren exchanged looks, all silently agreeing on the same thing. Whoever this Kami is, he seriously has a God complex.

His smirk is pissing the deity. "You are dumb for a deity, Eris. Up to now you still haven't figured out who and what I am. Well, let me show, and maybe it can help your brain." the chosen one said. He levels his right hand in front and he starts releasing the energy of the deities in him one by one starting with Kaios's which is a purple flame. Followed by Asili's green one. Then Galax's light pink, and Leluna's white, smoke-like. Every release, the symbols of the deities, shows and remains around him.

Athena calls to her brother and slaps his arm. "What?" He responds harshly. "What did you do to Jordan?" "Nothing," Ares frowns. "One minute, she and I are okay. The next, she turns into King Kong." "Why say that?" Ask Liam put his arm around me. "Athena, when she's on the month, she turns into Godzilla. Jordan turns into King Kong." Ares explains. "And Effie?" I look at Logan once he asks. "Effie?" Ares rubbed his prickly skin where he had shaved. "Effie turns to that baby from the Incredibles.

"You've finally decided to turn your phone back on, Callan. I assume you're back with your family; is everyone doing okay?" Gunthar's booming voice came through the line. Each word sounded like a battle cry, warming my heart. "There's a little trouble at home, General, but I can handle it." I swallowed hard, fighting back the crack in my voice. The last thing I wanted was to bring my negative emotions back to the unit. But Gunthar was a veteran of a thousand battles. He caught the strain in my voice, and his tone turned deadly serious. "Stay put. I'm coming to HC myself. It's high time the Sentinel's Edge plaque you earned sees the light of day."

The ground quaked beneath the sheer intensity of her power, cracks racing through the earth like lightning. Soldiers and allies, caught in the brilliance, shielded their eyes, awe and terror mingling on their faces. The air vibrated with energy, heavy and electric, carrying the echoes of her roar far across the valley. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jaiyana’s power was fully hers—untamed, raw, and impossible to ignore. Even Maximus faltered for a fraction of a second, the sinister confidence in his eyes flickering as he felt the force of the goddess he had tried to contain.

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.