God Of Football Novels & Stories

I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest. They let out a carefree laugh as they continue to help themselves in my kitchen. “I knew I would love you; such a quick wit.” I take a step forward. “It’s Ezillus, right?” They beam at me in clear delight. “Jartre’s told you about me! I’m honoured.” I place my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and then lean against it. “So, what are you the God of? Breaking and Entering?” They let out an amused snort. “In simple terms, I’m the God of the Elements.”

“Oh My God! I’m gonna faint soon. It’s Fernando Campbell!” The manager of the hotel shouted in a direction, “Boss, come here! Quickly come here! From now on, our hotel is really going to be famous. Another God of War has come! Sh*t! I really didn’t expect that! Who the hell is Fane? Why on earth are these Gods of War here for him?”

Shin and Koga knew Kaze wanted to keep a low profile so they never called him the God of War, but Kaze did not reject it when Fred saluted, so they did the same. “God of War, Sir! Commander of the Tiger Fangs Militia, Shin Scarlet, reporting for duty!” “God of War, Sir! Commander of the main Garo Spec Ops Team, Koga Atlas, reporting for duty!” After all three of them called Kaze the God of War, everything went silent. The God of War was a prestigious title bestowed upon by Arcadia. It was the highest honor within the army and it was sought after by all. There were more than a hundred million people in the country but there might not be a God of War.

Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos looked at León de Fuego, the God of Fire, still smiling. "Aren't you already in love with her?" The God of Fire León de Fuego still acted as if nothing had happened, playing with the branch in his hand, replying: “I have practiced for more than seventy thousand years, can I be so weak? For her, I only pity and apologize… I hope she can return to her original life and destiny.”

Elia’s eyes fluttered toward her, desperate but lost. “Lucien is the God of War,” the healer said, each word deliberate and powerful. “Yes! But he does not kill his own people.” Her thumbs pressed against the back of Elia’s trembling hands. “He protects them.” Elia’s breathing was still fast… too fast, ragged, shallow, dangerously close to spiraling. Her chest heaved like she was dying on a dry land. But the healer didn’t let her look away. Her hands tightened around Elia’s trembling fingers, anchoring her with sheer will.

After the territories merged, I, of the Gerald Family, became the undisputed Godmother of Eustona’s criminal underworld. I took Xavier and returned to our family’s old fortress in North Atlantis. In the garden, Dad had built a small playground for him, with a carousel and swings. Bit by bit, the smile on Xavier’s face returned. He started going back to school, making new friends, and slowly stepping out from the shadows of his past. However, he never mentioned the word “Papa” again.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

He smiled evilly with disdain all over his face. The God of War was angry. "God of War, Hadith has made a great contribution this time. If we can break through the great formation outside the star spirit and cultivate into divine bodies, we should all thank Hadith," the God of the Ocean said as he shot a meaningful glance at the God of War. "I believe in Hadith. No matter what, he is a Westerner. He will definitely not lie to us," the God of the Sun said with a smile. "Hadith, I also trust you," the God of the Ocean said.

He grins when he hears Isaac barrel his way back through the club. “Oi! I’m heading out early, yeah? You twats keep an eye on yourselves. Don’t cause any property damage! Mrs. Leslie is tired of handling it!” Callum poorly stifles a snicker at the chorus of agreement he hears from drunken footballers in the background. The property damage is mostly directed at Francisco, their striker from Guadalajara, and Joshua, their goalkeeper from Montreal. Somewhere between Joshua’s excessive height and Francisco’s excessive enthusiasm, they’ve managed to break a handful of tables at a handful of clubs, who were understandably less than pleased to deal with the aftermath. And god knows Mrs. Leslie does

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d