Novel & Cerita God Of Fury Series

Amaia grunted in annoyance as she can’t concentrate on doing monthly reports on her laptop. Rei looking at her with sad eyes, as she wanted to say something. She doesn’t want Amaia to berserk in anger. Amaia has anger issues and it might be difficult to step on her lines. She will do something terrible making the mansion guards and maids result in begging to go home. Rei let a low sad growl and lean his white furry head on the black carpeted floor.

"Majority acquisition. Effective immediately. All three of us." The room went absolutely silent. I stared at the document trembling in Gerald Park's hands. Lucian, Gavin, and Zane had bought the Miami Fury overnight. Gerald was not their boss anymore. Gerald worked for them. And from the look on Lucian's face when he turned back to me, I understood something that stopped my breath completely. The team was never the move. I was.

Chapter 80: Then There Was Nothing --Drake-- “Fuck! Demi no!” What the hell is she doing? There’s no way Demi can fight against this son of a bitch. He’s way stronger than I anticipated. They don’t call him the God of War for no reason. I am dead tired. I’m blaming it on being out of the game for twenty years or so. I can’t let my fatigue stop me. I have to keep pushing. I can’t let anything happen to Demi.

“Don’t even say that. You and Julie might have died, because neither one of you was in a position to drive safely.” “I can’t believe that Jonathon guy was so high on drugs that he actually shot you. It’s just…crazy. How well do you know him?” “He’s, uh…an acquaintance.” “Well, I hope he gets his act together before he really hurts or kills somebody.” “It’ll be taken care of,” he said, sounding like some godfather in a mobster movie. “In the meantime, thanks for keeping quiet.” “I still don’t get why those wolves acted the way they did. Do you think they’re

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

How utterly boring. The live broadcast lost connection for a while after Johan threw up several sticks of dynamite in all directions, surrounding the Seer, who made no indication to move. All camera visuals were downed even if they were in a virtual arena because of the smoke particles. It took the Godfather’s administrative team a while to remove the smoke particles effect for the viewers, but by then, the two powerhouses were exchanging punches for grenades. Any explosive that Johan had, he used it as a distraction to lure the blind teen closer to the pit of death he created. Even in a game, fall damage physics applied. Too bad the Seer wouldn’t know what he was planning as he dodged all t

Calista covered her mouth as tears fell uncontrollably. Romi patted his chest hard and repeatedly exhaled, as though he had just returned from the edge of an abyss. In another corner, Black Garuda slowly raised his head. His previously dim eyes lit up once more. But beneath that relief, something sharper appeared, cold, focused, and dangerous. Steel Fang stood up, and the two looked at each other without saying a word. Yet it was enough for them to understand. Then came the anger they had been suppressing all this time. And the desire for revenge that could no longer be restrained. Without drawing anyone's attention, the two of them slowly moved away from the crowd and disappeared into the n

A splitting headache pulsed behind his eyes from the multiple tranq darts, but the sedative haze was burning away under the fire of pure, unfiltered rage. Two of his remaining security personnel stood before him, faces pale and slick with sweat. One of them, a senior lieutenant named Vargas, shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Adrian’s glare. “Report,” Adrian growled, voice like gravel dragged across broken glass. His eyes dark, bloodshot, and feral locked onto the man. “Where. Is. She.”

“Hahahaha, this is our Griffin God Clan’s formation. Four shadows of ancient beasts appeared in the sky, and Xiao Chen’s ancient beast sword finally materialized; the sword immediately severed one of the chains binding the War God’s right hand. The sword followed Xiao Chen’s War God form and instantly cut through the remaining chains, finally revealing his true form in its entirety. With battle armor covering his body, a powerful aura of blood, and two swords in his hands, the God of War clearly showed that he had been on the battlefield for a long time. “What? He has the blood of a God of War? No, that’s impossible…. This is impossible!” Every word from the man of the Griffin clan sounded a