God Of A New World Mga Nobela at Kwento

Before Goddess could view Earth or its many parallel worlds, she feels a pang of pain in her chest. Not again. Looking to another universe, Goddess sees Earth get consumed by darkness. Tsk… I need to act faster.

CREATION OF THE NEW WORLD I wrote in one of my old article, about the lost world and you people have called me a mad man, I was not angry with any one, because I would have called my self mad also, but it is true, there was a world that was raised down by fire from Laalu Ogiri Oko, the only god that hate to see human, but before he finished his terror on man in the ships, Eledumare did played him, by taken away some human, he brought them to a land he had prepared, a place unknown by even his closest angels, and there, the new world began, and that world is the world that had produced all of you, so if the beasts says we must pay for the crime committed by ancestors, they are right, you are

“But I can’t help it. Being around him just… the feeling is too special to be described.” “You’re not in love, you’re possessed,” Sky grinned. “Well, it’s a sexy possession,” I shot back, tossing a pillow at her. But then Sky straightened up. “Speaking of sexy....business is booming. There’s a new project. Huge. Like, one billion dollars kind of huge.” I blinked. “Wait, how much?” “One. Billion. Dollars,” Hailey echoed. My jaw dropped. “As in… dollars? Big money?” “Yes,” Hailey said with a laugh. “And you, madam, are our chief designer. The company’s star. Your designs always shut down the room. If you can nail this one, we’ll break into the global market. This could change everything.”

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

"He's the old god. I'm going to be the new one." The Orangelo couldn't keep his sigh internal. He wasn't sure when he'd fully accepted that he was going to go through with this war and become the new god of Chaos, but it had happened. He was going to beat Tricksy, and his little bitch Agent, get Lexi back again and then become a god. Somehow the young tom who couldn't shoulder the burden of being chief had grown up to take on the burden of being a god. That was fucking irony if he ever met it.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Then, Xiao Long took out three brushes and poured two bottles of Demonic Beast Blood into a larger container. “Alright, let's start the operation of breaking through it” Xiao Long grabbed one of the brushes and dipped it into the container containing the Demonic Beast Blood. He began to draw something with the brush that was covered in Demonic Beast Blood. Xiao Long planned to break through to the Core Formation Realm by using a formation. Of course, it wasn't a simple formation. This formation would allow him to absorb a number of resource materials simultaneously. Not only that, this formation could also absorb almost all the energy in each resource material placed in the formation. In the

“Valarieth must have felt it.” “He did,” Nihareth smiled. “I felt him scream. Delicious.” “Shall we send more?” the woman asked. “No,” Nihareth said. “Not yet. Let them panic. Let them scramble.” He raised his hand. A giant horn sounded across the void. His army stepped forward—massive beasts, hybrid creatures, dark gods with missing faces. He turned toward the black gate forming beside the dying Gate of Dawn. “This is the new beginning,” he said. “This is the new dawn. Let’s give them something to fear.”

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.