God Of Fury Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave. The enrages screeching of a voice that comes into my head as the blast of energy hits me ‘By blood be bound, by cursed hear my sound’ I cold chill runs through my body as the words are spoken. I clutch my head trying to get rid of the pain as the words are repeated over and over.

he whispers. “And what you are becoming.” A crack of thunder tears overhead—except it’s not thunder but a voice: deep, ancient, furious. LYRIS. The sound rattles the realm. The god wearing Auren’s face stiffens, eyes narrowing. Another crack—this time in the air right beside Aria. A presence erupts from the rupture, blinding white, spiraling with runes she’s never seen but somehow understands. It slams into the god full-force, driving him backward. Aria collapses to her knees as the hold on her body snaps.

Tori replied, "The newly appointed God of War, Sirius Davidson, is here. Magnum's injury looks quite tricky. The driver, who knows the truth, has gone mad, talking nonsense. No one knows how Magnum got injured." That surprised Chad. He asked, "What do you mean? The driver should've seen how Magnum got injured, but it shouldn't drive him mad, right?" Tori sighed and said, "We're puzzled too. When the driver returned and was asked what happened, he said he encountered glowing immortals. It sounded like gibberish."

It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars. ‘I come here to bless this gathering!’ he boomed. ‘And bless you, Teddy, Teddy Theodore, gift of God, that your soul shall be welcome in the everlasting! God, as I wrote in my book, Love Me, Love My Fractured Spirit, available at all good bookstores, is me, and God, is you, together, there is nothing, we cannot do.’ Poor Teddy had tears building in his eyes, but they were tears of mirth, as he remembered that whatever it was that Gorham had become, it was not boring.

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

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Tall, clad in armor of fire, eyes burning like two stars born from the void. The spirit of the first God of War. He stared at Rayden for a long moment, then smiled faintly. “You have surpassed the boundary of blood, Rayden Kalesvara Duskar.” “But remember, the blood of Gods is an endless fire. If not guarded, it will burn your world.” Rayden met his gaze, calm but sharp. “Then let this fire become light for those still fighting.” The god was silent for a moment, before his voice softened. “You speak like him.”

Celeste’s mouth fizzes with acidic vapor as she opens her mouth, but instead of a growl, a clear, resolute voice comes out: “Are you done playing?” My voice went down a few notches, but was more audible, its echoes hanging off of the branches of the trees, and the authority dropping the temperature of the entire forest. I sounded powerful. I sounded… ‘…divine,’ I hear Fenrir’s voice in my head. I find him a few steps behind me, far from the other who were on the edge of the clearing. ‘You look like a Goddess from here, my love. Do not be afraid to unleash your wrath.’

She was no longer the soft young woman whose eyes had once been full of him. She was a formidable attorney who gave no ground in court. Remote, untouchable, and without mercy. He had thought Caroline still hated Celia. Only now did he realize it had simply been armor she had built in order to survive. Julian drained the last of his red wine. The liquor burned down his throat, and his chest twisted with pain. Exhausted, he collapsed to the floor. He imagined that if he had not weighted the oracle blocks, if he had chosen the woman who once loved him to the bone...