God-like Extraction Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

He was just a rookie in the Academy of Superhuman, in the first grade, while the advanced warrior was a strong man in the third grade. Furthermore, it was the admired war god! Everyone War God was an extremely powerful presence! "Lain, what are you thinking about?" Vina, who was entwined on Lain and kept kissing Lain's cheeks, lips, and neck, had a confused look in her eyes. With a full of emotion, she looked at Lain. Lain saw her fiery desire in her eyes. It seems that she was a little... unbridled? 【System, is this the extra reward?】 Lain asked again!

Was it just me or did her her hair seem more silvery? She continued. "The Extraction Ritual is what you need to flush out your blocked mental pathways. It's called The Extraction Ritual because it takes something special seated deep from within you and clears out that part of your mind. There would be your playground. Where body meets soul, soul meets spirit. You can be and do anything." I didn't miss the quiet emphasis on "anything."

I whispered, my gold ringed eyes tracing the black organic material that connected the shunts to the citadel’s main reactor. "He’s crying, Mommy," Lyra whispered through the link, her crystalline fur standing on end as she felt the First Father’s silent, tectonic grief. I didn't wait for the guards to find us. I lunged toward the quartz cage, my hands glowing with the full, searing heat of the Solis Forge. This was the "Final Excision," a high-stakes surgery on a god-like entity performed in the middle of a collapsing fortress.

Ullysarius replied, slightly baring her teeth. “But she is stable now?” Rex asked. “Paool has stabilised much of the unsettled magics coursing through the young fleshling, that one will keep an eye to ensure we do not detonate the weaves,” Ullysarius said, eyeing Rex suspiciously. “Call it intuition, but I get the feeling you may know who has allowed this dangerous flesh bomb into my midst.” “I was told it may have been someone called the ‘godking’,” Rex replied after a second. “I have been told he likes to experiment on live hosts to try and escape captivity.”

And I knew he meant it. Jayden placed his hand on my shoulder, channeling his fire to heal the marks of the Black Silver. “We are no longer playing defense. Adrik wants the Portal. He will have war.” Brayden analyzed the situation, his eyes fixed on the runic pattern on my wrists. “My preliminary analysis of the Moonstone marks confirms the existence of Essence Extraction Magic. More importantly, the fact that the Spirit Wolf will expel you and break the spell means that Nira will not tolerate the ritual. The enemy cannot use your power without your consent.”

Elegbara’s head was separated from his shoulders and thus my friends were avenged. I lay dying beside my vanquished foe. Oshe like an anchor, held me clinging stubbornly to life till Shokoti appeared and healed me of my mortal wounds. Stronger than the first day I stepped into the dark forest, I stood up and watched as the elder god brought forth a dark fishing net, spread it over the daemon deity’s remains and pulled, a burning aura so bright I realized must be his essence as I shielded my eyes came away with the net. I then saw the elder god put it away into a great brass pot with stopper. He turned to me with a satisfied smile on his face.

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

With Paramount ease, I lifted my self above ground levels, walked over to the God and made him watch as I perhaps, ended him. I pushed his head to his back side and watched the wound so eagerly, I took my hand deep unto his back slowly. His iris lingering over his white eyes as a tear rolled down from it. I felt a bone that seemed to be his spine and I ripped it out of his back. Suddenly, the environmental contrast and liveliness dropped as soon as I turned off the spark. The body of the god dropped to the floors and I descended towards Steven. "I just need one honest answer from you, who is Hilda to you?" My question rose awe in his face as well as confusion before the ...

The goddess went to the Storm and she asked for help, the Storm would not rise against the beloved, she went to the dust and he also turned her down, many gods she consulted refused to hurt the daughter of man, she was tired, and all she could do now was either to go back to sleep, or entered into her almost lifeless body of Morolake, this process was called godmage, she will use the leftover of her daughter anger and pain against the earth, but there was a problem, if the earth conquer Atinuke this time, it shall not only be the end of Morolake, even the goddess will be destroyed too, so if the Union must be done, this possession must be achieved before the first, cock crow, she instantly e