Novel & Cerita God Of Assassins

ana looked relaxed, he love these people they looked more as friend than rebels, no wonder they increases, they had not behave like anyone was superior, even the Almighty Agbara looked normal here, deferent to his usual royal look, with many guards always around him, no wonder they wanted the ruling of men and rejected gods and goddesses, if they continue like this, definitely, the world will become a place where war will not be necessary, he started having a thought that what they wanted was the right thing to fight for. It been four days he arrived and there had not been any training except hunting together for games, and also fishing, they all lived though as if they had created a new wo

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

“Besides, you know that I bore easily.” The psychopathic lord glanced over at the man, impressed that he was still living. Blood continued to ooze from his chest, masking the small games board that Dorian had created. “Hmm, yes I remember. I presume that is how the game started, what information did he have to give?” Dorian growled lightly, his bare feet coated in the man’s blood. “Scouts are tricky little creatures. More are coming, estimated to arrive before morning. They are searching for a girl, the bastard daughter of Atlas.”

Mariah frowned and gasped soon after, “Wait, don’t tell me…” “Aye,” Alaric answered, “those types of people that nearly killed you before. They are called Angelic warriors and they serve Ramiel, God of thunder.” “Wait, did you say God?” “They are twelve gods, Mariah, or rather, they were twelve and I killed three of them.” Mariah’s eyes widened in shock and she remembered what those men had called him that day, “God Killer,” she whispered. Alaric closed his eyes and answered, “Aye, t’s the name I was given after fighting with Aspa and killing the three gods.”

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.

In the morning, between the outer and inner layer, there is shed in that shed a boy was sleeping. it was 9am in the morning when the sun hit his face and woke him up, he lazily stretch his body and got up, to prefer for his daily routine, Theo did all his daily routine like practicing his sword swing and one slash techniques, eating his breakfast and all lie nothing happen yesterday. While resting after doing his daily routine, something click in his, he remember that he killed someone yesterday, so he started dashing toward the place where the person was killed. he ran so fast as if his life was about to end.

My body tenses slightly as someone appears to my right. Lifting my gaze, my eyes are assaulted with the sight of Levi battling what appears to be Ares, the God of War. Ares’ long golden spear slashes at Levi repeatedly, his hits clanging against a sword made of shadows that I have never seen Levi wield before. Every bang of their weapons hitting together causes my body to jump as I watch their duel with intense eyes.