God Of Fury Audiobook Novels & Stories

*** Thorran's friend arrived the next day early in the morning. I was lingering in my room, packing my things when I heard a foreign voice speak from inside the suite. I've never heard that accent before, so curiously, I peak my head around the corner, seeing who will be helping Thorran track where the letter had come from. It takes me a moment to recognize who they are. It's Alpha Archer of the Freedom Pack. He looks so much taller in person and significantly more muscular than I've seen in in the books. He might not be as tall as Thorran, but he still looks intimidating. They don't seem to notice me watching from the doorway, so I keep quiet, observing.

Bill reached over and touched both of Andrew's shoulders, "I understand you feel this is very unfair. You're angry. But, that's not worth thinking about right now. The most important thing is that we save the remaining troops and Jody Gardner. That's our job." Andrew Reece was about to argue back but Bill said in a quiet, soothing voice, "We won't lose. Have you forgotten who I am, Reece? I'm Wiliam Mackenzie, the mighty God of War, the God of Death, who is feared by my enemies. How could I lose so easily? Just because I'm tired? I'm not that weak." Andree Reece ventured, lifted his face and looked at how serious and confident the war general he had served was.

Chapter 9: Kitten “Nobody's angry all the time unless you're a psycho.-J.Denovich” AMAIA’S POV “Or do you want me to teach you an aiming lesson on how to throw a dagger straight to your target?” There I know my freaking anger issues hit him. “How dare you!” My voice echoed making all the people stop from walking, and when they saw the man’s scrutinizing eyes, they quickly sprint out shaking. Only me, his men-in-black bodyguards, and the jerk-head disrespectful guy who add fuel to my anger.

He's the one who was found. "W-who are you and what are your intentions?" A grave, soulless voice asked. He can feel the arrowhead dig deeper on his back, urging him for an answer. Should he give himself away? That he's the Son of Zeus who stowed away from Olympus? Is this a trap – An idea popped in his head. One that's idiotic, perhaps, mad. But he's the god of madness, is he not? Perhaps..

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

Nyxara's lips curl despite the strain. "You'll die," she hisses. "I am a goddess! You can't hold this much power—you'll burn out—" "I AM a god," I snarl, my voice cracking into something monstrous. "And I'll kill you even if it means we both die screaming." The energy swells to unstable levels. It tears through my veins like fire and ice at once. I'm losing myself. My body trembles under the strain. The voices are unbearable now. A million screams.

John quickly said coaxing some information out of hoger "it like he was possessed ,he was not the lad I know my alpha king he was like a God his aura was that of a God coming down to earth ,every breath he takes could kill" hoger said and after that was taken maybe to register into being a formal member of the airline pack while Linda and John were left in dilemma. "A God?? this is simply crazy any wayhe can't continue residing in our pack" John said and nodded supporting his own thoughts.

Then I heard her again. Her voice cut through everything—the screams, the fighting, the sound of people dying. The louder the chaos became, the louder she became too, her words trembling with a desperate excitement that sent a chill down my spine. "Answer my call, true god..." Her eyes shone with a frightening devotion. "Accept this offering..." “O Malachar… god beyond name and flesh… hear the hatred carried through a hundred generations and awaken tonight.”

There was a woman covered in fire just like me. Was she my mother? "Don't keep me in suspense , what does the book say?" Noah asked. I took a deep breath reading the first sentence and the air left my body. I read the words out loud. "Hestia the goddess of fire was created to cause destruction to mankind." Was I a weapon just like her?

I said. I walked down the shattered stone steps. I walked right past Torin. I walked right to the lip of the smoking crater. I looked out across the deep-water harbor at the three warships. The gunners were frantically trying to reload, whipped by their captains, but their hands were shaking too badly to pack the powder. I didn't kneel. I didn't touch the ground. I reached back into the massive, glowing grid of the fifty thousand humans standing behind me. I pulled a fraction of their unified current—their defiance, their newly discovered empathy, their absolute refusal to be broken—and I shaped it into a spear of pure resonance.