God Of Lost Fantasy Novels & Stories

"I'm sure Shinee will get in contact with us as soon as possible. No doubt he is tearing the world apart trying to find you. With his power so low from the spell, I suspect he's being driven crazy." I frown at the tone of his voice. Is that anger, or am I not hearing something right? "He will find us, or we will find him. Karma's territory can't be that far from his," I comment, trying to fight through the haze that is my memory. I swear at some point I studied a map of the immortal realm, but it almost completely slipped my mind. Maybe I'm just tired, so it's harder for me to grasp everything that went on up there.

His magic flowed around hom in an unholy aura. “You believe yourself to be a God-Killer, Isak Emma? What were they but vain creatures locked into this world? What were they but things your human mind cannot comprehend?” He lifted up his arms. “I am a god.” Laughing. He blinked again at Fenrys, the Witch powers gathering within his veins, readying for the first and likely final strike they’d be able to land, Lorcan’s power rallying beside theirs.

Such a small mana is the reason for him to fight with the ghost? "That ghost is different from any other ghosts residing in this forest. I can even determine that his power is equal to a demi-god. But, I'm still powerful than him." "But he's a ghost?" I asked confused. How powerful would be a demi-god? "He's a lost soul. Those who use black magic using all of their energy would turn them into lost soul. He's clinging to the mana he stole from me to get his power back." "Damn, black magic again? Why do you all like black magic?"

These leaders, imbued with the goddess's power, were tasked with maintaining order and protecting magic from the corruption that Salazan could unleash. However, Salazan craved the power that had been taken from him by the goddess. In an act of cunning and greed, he used the fragments of his remaining magic to create an ancient wolf named Prata. This creature was one of the goddess's most beautiful creations, its white fur glistening with a silvery sheen at the tips, reflecting the purity that still remained in its heart.

I argue, her revelation sounding more confounding than awe-inspiring. “Come on, Orenda, think about it!” she exclaims, frustratedly slapping her thighs. “The God’s are just energy. Their body’s only exist because they used their magic to create them. Just look at your own animai – or former animai, I should say,” she corrects with a taunting smirk. The reminder of my mutual rejection lances through me like barbed wire. “Azadou was made because of a manifestation of Jartre’s magic; you said so yourself. His body and the body of every other God is just a giant meatsuit. Their blood isn’t blood the way yours or - more accurately - mine is and doesn’t hold the same function. Their blood is reall

Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. _My Alien Prince Charming_ is a captivating tale of love, courage, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit.

It writhed on the floor, as its body finally collapsed. I raised my head to the silver moon, and growled so fierce the earth shivered for a second. Strigurd rage knew no bounds. He hated blood magic more than those damn peasants. Immediately, a scent rich, with chocolate, struck the far end of my nostrils. I turned my head immediately to its direction and hammered away. The goddess had finally decided to take pity on me. I had only one hope, and that was to get to her alive. Strigurd surged with pace. Nothing withstood him as he left his heavy footprint after each step.

She didn't even mind when someone slipped the mask back over her eyes. She must have drifted off for a minute because she was a little disoriented when Jen again knocked into her with her shoulder. Or maybe it was the two gods standing in front of them. "Meet Dante and Ares." They were tall, both tan, and so muscular they looked as though they could compete in some sort of weight lifting competition. They stood with their hands cupped over their groins, not as though they were ashamed of their nakedness, but as if they were building anticipation, like a burlesque performer with her fans.

*Then the room went soundless, all there are Taso and Elaine' voices speaking* I'll tell you the truth My name is the same, Tasoshi says but my identity you do not know, actually I am a God who was transmigrated here. What? You're a god, then you know everything in the entire universe, right? Yes, what do you want to ask? I'll ask you these, do you know who gave me my holy sword? Yes! And such a simple question It's my little brother The god of affinity Alpha saya. What do you mean your god, why is there another god? Ok then I'll tell you everything, there are 10 universes in the entire multiverse right now we're in the

It sizzled, but didn't hurt, Loss's jaw aching from how hard he clenched his jaw. After more splashing on the wounds, a feeling of icy numbness spread out from within his wound all over his body. He sank into slumber, and again felt himself be carried out. Before the darkness welcomed him, he heard Lucifer or Satan mutter "...she's with God now." As Loss slumbered, he dreamt. He was being plucked from the ground like a pebble, and lifted to the skies. His body burned, but the anger kept him from opening his mouth, and screaming in pain.