God Of Fury Novels & Stories

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 could sense the terrifying power contained in Zephyr Khan's violent Fighting Soul and Hammer of War God. Tianye Hun's expression instantly turned extremely ugly, and he hurriedly retreated backward. What a pity! Although he was fast enough to retreat, Zephyr Khan's Hammer of God of War was even faster. It was like a streak of lightning. The Hammer of War caught up with Tianye Hun. "Ah..." With Tianye Hun's miserable scream, his whole body suddenly fell from the void to the ground. He held his head tightly with both hands, screamed in pain, and kept trembling.

If she did not lower herself before Kaze, repent her sins and make up for the Whites, then she would end up horribly. Camry and Teresa were so excited that they cried. They knew their son’s name would be cleared soon and justice would be served! They knew it because their son was like a brother to the God of War! “Godfather, what is a God of War? Is it a game? Why are they calling you that?” Brenda looked at Kaze with a curious gaze. The girl’s innocence made the atmosphere lighter. Kaze smiled. “Yeah, God of War is like a game. He’s powerful like superheroes and can protect you from the villains. No one can make us move out of this house.”

There was a pin-drop silence. The subordinates who waved their arms and shouted about killing Cirocco were all looking with their eyes widened in shock. They could not believe what they just saw. Was Cirocco even human? That was too terrifying! He sent Grayson flying with just a single punch! Grayson was a top fighter of God of War caliber. He was the strongest in the Whistleblowers, yet the man across from him sent him flying so easily. Not only was Grayson's arm shattered, but the stone statue was shattered as well.

He was a magnificent wolf with silky black and bright fur and navy blue eyes. He looked confused everywhere and shifted back. Goddess, he was everything I could want in a mate. His light green eyes looked like pools where my soul wanted to dive, and his hair seemed to call for my fingers and how I wanted to run them through the silky, black strands. He was everything I wanted, only he really was everything I despised. My eyes fall on his cock, and I almost give away my location when my body vibrates with the urge to grab that cock and shove it in my mouth.

It was suffocating. The people instantly cheered to witness Roy in his glory. He was truly one of the five powerful Shadow level experts. He was astoundingly powerful before the battle even began. Someone tried to show off by saying, "The Winchesters worship the Octa Thunder God. He possesses thunder-type abilities that are destructive. This Dasha scum probably can't take a single hit." Everyone else nodded in agreement. "Tay Synder worships the Syron God. He's not weaker than anybody," said a person who was clearly a fan of Tay Synder.

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

Ares is the God of War, slaughter, and unbridled chaos. Naturally, his Awakeners are not known for their even tempers. In the squad room on the top floor of the elite dorms, Bore stares at his phone screen. His crimson hair is literally sparking with aggressive divine energy. He reads his direct messages. Then, with a roar, he kicks a heavy mahogany chair straight through the reinforced glass wall. CRASH. "What the fuck is this?!" Bore bellows, his voice echoing like a cannon.

Dmitri moved forward, gun still trained toward Leo. "You ought to have stayed out of this," Dmitri said, sounding nearly casual. But you have to perform as the hero. I dropped next to Leo, rubbing my hands over his cut. Although his jaw tightened, he said nothing. I looked up, my vision whirling with wrath and sorrow. “You won’t win.” Dmitri tilted his head. “Oh, but I already have.” The planet burst once more then. A strong bang—not an explosion. Somewhere close to the dockside warehouse, fire broke out, and anarchy seized.

It wasn't rage; it was the sudden, terrifying manifestation of pure, annihilating fury. Every muscle in his body seemed to lock, vibrating with contained violence. The air around him crackled, growing perceptibly colder. His face, already pale, drained of the last vestige of color, becoming a mask of white marble carved with lines of pure, homicidal intent. His eyes… Oh God, his eyes. The void vanished, replaced by twin furnaces of incandescent, frozen fire. They blazed with a light that held no warmth, only the promise of absolute, merciless destruction. It was the fury of a god denied, of nature itself unleashed. It was primal. Elemental. And it was focused entirely on Carl Riggs.