God Of Fury Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh God..." ***

And once again, Audra hit his head. “She’s the Goddess of the Wind, you dummy,” Audra answers before she turns her gaze back to Xavier. “What did she tell you?” She asks. “Gone will still be gone, until the righteous and the blasphemed fetter in their time, for only the tranquility could bring back the harmony to the realm.” He utters. And for an unknown reason, I felt nauseated as my vision is getting dimmer. ‘No! Not now!’ I repeatedly said in my thoughts as I try my best to resist this unknown force. But it has been no use when I felt a pang of pain in my head as everything turns dark.

"If taking my life could let someone… as powerful as you to help the world… then it's all worth it…!" I immediately released Night Fury while letting go of my scabbard. "…Do it," I told Night Fury. I welcomed her with open arms. Yet, Night Fury immediately took a step back— seeming bewildered by my actions. "Are you a fool…!? Why… for someone like me…" She muttered to herself. "DO IT," I uttered once more. "How would you be sure that I would listen to what you say…!?" Night Fury screamed at me. "How would you know I wouldn't misuse my powers…!?"

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

The entire estate held its breath. Adrian Blackwood had not slept a single second. He stood in the grand foyer at dawn like a dark god surveying his domain, issuing orders to a doubled security detail with cold, precise commands that cracked like whips through the heavy air. His voice was flat, but every syllable carried an edge of razor-sharp steel, exhaustion burning in his bloodshot eyes only sharpening the dangerous authority that radiated from him in waves. The men before him hardened mercenaries, ex-special forces, loyal to the Blackwood fortune and the fear it inspired stood ramrod straight, their faces masks of professional detachment even as they felt the storm brewing in their em

”She smiles and says no alpha. I have to get back to work. I nod and tell her to meet me after work so we can begin training and I see a fire spark in her eyes and she says yes alpha. When she leaves i sigh and eat, once i am done eating i get back to work. Out of nowhere I hear Titan say I can't wait for the day to get over. I replied to Titan me to bud.Once I finish the paperwork I head to the training ground to help train the warriors and get some anger out. I walk out on the field and everyone stops to look at me.I use my alpha voice and say get back to training and I want the best warrior to spar with me. Four people line up to spar and I pick the biggest guy out of them. He's not bigge

She did not know who God of War Is Here was, and she even did not know what he planned to do. If he was the same kind of person as Marcellus, she was going to suffer. Luckily, God of War Is Here was not like Marcellus. After a long silence, God of War Is Here sent his first comment. [Moon, please feel free to sing. Don’t be affected by anyone. I’ll protect you.] [Dang! Bro, you’re amazing!] [Pfft! Where’s Marcellus now? Didn’t he brag about being rich? Did he become deaf after a real bigwig showed up? Come out now!]

"You've finally decided to turn your phone back on, Callan. I assume you're back with your family; is everyone doing okay?" Gunthar's booming voice came through the line. Each word sounded like a battle cry, warming my heart. "There's a little trouble at home, General, but I can handle it." I swallowed hard, fighting back the crack in my voice. The last thing I wanted was to bring my negative emotions back to the unit. But Gunthar was a veteran of a thousand battles. He caught the strain in my voice, and his tone turned deadly serious. "Stay put. I'm coming to HC myself. It's high time the Sentinel's Edge plaque you earned sees the light of day."

I am the Lonely God, who painted his past with blood and is about to paint his present with the same. “I know. She is my mate. I know everything,” My voice continues to grow deeper with each word. Armelius grows quiet beside me, sensing the rage in me. No one would dare to cross me now. Even Haestus and Archander have their mouth shut as they stand behind me and listen to our conversation. “ARE WE READY YET?” I roar at Lyco Suilius and he stops counting before his head drops, his eyes lowered in respect for my wolf. Submitting.