God Of Calamity Novels & Stories

It seemed an impossible task, as I couldn’t believe what was happening. I still haven’t finished processing the Divine Guide thing with the sisters, the destruction of my beloved town, and I have had no contact with my loved ones, I don’t even know if they are alive or not. And I’m very much in need of a shower. And now I have two Primal Entities in my apartment chit chatting. “Kalama, did you hear me? Did you understand what I just told you?” Her eyes searched my face for some understanding on my part. However, I heard nothing after she paused the first time.

So, he followed him up easily and chased him down. This bastard that murdered and threw away Scott Mayo’s cremains had to be dealt with today by his own hands! Bam!!! Calix slammed onto a wall, with no way out and the God of War hot on his tails, he had nowhere to go. There was only a dead end! With a loud thud, Calix was on his knees. In order to live, he could no longer care about his reputation. He started begging for mercy. “Thomas, you can just beat me up, but don't kill me, please?

But, Elika was ready, she smiled once more, pulling the storm back for a slit second before forcing it to ripple, launching it into the black magic with all that she could; the power clashing. An explosion ripped through the mansion, sending both the goddess and the guards soaring through the air, the young immortal acting without hesitation as she caught a sword, slamming it into Hades lower stomach; his eyes widening in shock and regret. She watched the light in his eyes flicker, as though his entire existence was playing out within his mind in the moments that blood gushed recklessly from the wound; knowing that he had been defeated. Elika twisted the gold plated handle of the elegantly c

In Mount Kpamos Helena, locked in Robos’ dungeon struggled to breathe. Her wounds were not healing quick enough and this was because Robos had applied the Mekai, a golden liquid substance that was known to kill gods if it was stabbed into their hearts. But he had only applied a small amount to her injuries making it impossible to heal quickly, it was his demented way of punishing her. She squeezed her eyes in pain as the broken bones of her wrists merged slowly. Tears fell down her cheeks but her heart and mind was set; she would not reveal the whereabouts of her children. If they were destined to destroy the gods then she’ll happily die in the hands of her children so long as they lived. He

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

Red, orance, yellow, green blue and violet. The first Gods, Blood, Oracles, Yesteryear, Gray, Ben-son and Violence - they had blotted out the sun years ago. It only existed now because the AI - Eigen - allowed it to. He was growing weary with her. She could always sense his moods. He shone silver when upset with her. "You could just go and leave me here?" she suggested hopefully. He turned black at this comment - threatning her. "Or.... or you could just behave for a minute of your irritating life."

Everything and everyone reverted back to how they were before she crashed the wedding. “You're very smart to think they act alone.” He said sarcastically. “What did you do?.” She demanded. Her voice was low and teary with an angry undertone. “I recognize those two from the boat, I don't know what went down before now, but avenging yourself this way would only get you killed.” “If you're a fate god like you claim, you should know exactly what they did.” “Or I just don't care.” And he really didn't, he only followed up death. Human destinies were in their hands, all he did was give them what they wanted. Regardless of the fact it might affect someone else.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

Text message. "Clever. Very clever. You hid Emma where I couldn't find her. You set traps inside traps. You outthought me for once. I'm impressed. But Bethany, this doesn't change anything. I'll find her eventually. I have time. I have patience. I have resources. You had one chance to catch me and you missed. Now I go underground. Deep underground. And when I resurface, years from now when you're comfortable and complacent, that's when I'll take her. That's when I'll hurt everyone you love. You haven't won. You've just delayed the inevitable. Sleep well. -JP"

but this degree of ridiculousness made them think of one such being that acts like this on a whim. It’s the god, as the gods are famous for acting on a whim, sometimes they might bless the poor hobo for an overnight rich or even punish a just king who ridicules their power or authorities with just an unfiltered word they spoke when they were drunk or even rain down the fire of calamity to the holy land where mortal worship the god who punished them. All of the infected that are intelligent look at Malus like he just made the biggest mistake that results in other people suffering for it, some of them even looking at him with hatred. If it were not because this man's unfiltered words, they wou