God Of Magic Novels & Stories

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

“Even the egg is afraid of you, kid. Hahaha!” While they waited, Grandfather Lou returned with the five motionless corpses. Upon careful inspection, they realized that these were not corpses but dolls created using Heaven-grade materials, with cores filled with the power of a high-level god realm. However, the dolls' only skill was archery, and they were lacking in martial arts. Even so, despite only being arrows, their power could kill a high-level god.

Always. But it never worked on him. He had no mercy or love to give. That was the one thing the so-called genuiuses forgot to programme into his game-style code of zeroes and ones. He was a cruel teenager - one who had existed since the dawn of time in this strange land of Alphas and Gods. Miaka was the only female left - so he would be stupid to let her lie - for if she did there would be no new blood to torture - and the teen God loved to torture them.

Rex asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. "And then your dragon must take the energy into itself, using the ancient magics that exist beyond this realm to neutralize it," she replied. "It will create a counterbalance—order against chaos, creation against destruction." The godking's transformation was accelerating, his humanoid form giving way to something monstrous and alien. Horns of crystallized void energy erupted from his shoulders and back, his arms elongating into appendages that terminated not in hands but in writhing masses of darkness. "We're out of time," Marcia shouted, retreating from the expanding field of corruption around the godking.

The freezing, biting wind of the high peaks rushed in, carrying the faint, metallic scent of snow and ancient magic. Standing on the platform, waiting for the train, was Elias. The forty-two-year-old sovereign wore no armor. He wore the simple gray wool of his office, the silver band blazing around his forehead. He looked at the locomotive, his golden eyes finding mine through the open door. "Welcome home, Grandmaster," Elias transmitted, his psychic voice carrying the heavy, unyielding weight of the mountain itself. "Let us finish the Forge."

he said, trying to hide well his feelings. "Anyway, you should do fast your discussion. We are already heading for the lantern watch." she precise to him. "Alright, I will be coming," he replied. "Don't get lost," "Yes, I wouldn't..." After their leaving, he sighed and turned back to the vendor. "Have you finished?" he asked. The vendor handed him a gray package with a pink bow and some flowers and shiny pieces of jewel attached to it. It had a card, with Zoe's name on it and a marvelous wish coming straight from Shen's heart.

His tone was laced with malicious mockery. His gaze hardened before his lips twisted into a sadistic grin, “But I don’t blame them”, he stood up from his chair and walked up to Tristan. Sitting on his haunches, he grinned, “The wards and barriers I put up are too powerful for anyone to break. That’s the power of a mage”. His gaze turned malicious, “Not even Elias can help her now. I am and will always be the greatest mage on this planet”. His jaw clenched. Elias wouldn’t be able to reach them here, anyway. That pathetic no-good omega had ruined everything. He had to up his game.

The fat god opened his heavenly eyes and divine light spilled from his eyes as if it can search the entirety of this void realm and inspected the infinity rock inside the binding magic as it acted as the heart of the whole mystic. Shock was completely the term that could be described to that fat god's face at this instance. It is all written all over his face without a doubt. he couldn't believe what he estimated from the rock. "Not possible,"the fat god muttered as he is in bewilderment. The extent of the binding magic now comprises 100 average sized universes. When he hoped that it would slow down or even stop at this quantity, he was stunned to see that the enlargement became quicker. 200

I looked at my father who was paying attention to Klaus rather than me. "Good. I need you to remember that only the tier 1 Gods that have agreed And any tier 2 and lower Gods will never be able to speak it. Any tier one Gods that didn't agree, King Alexander and myself will still be able to." My mind went blank as I watched a bright light shoot through the room. Pain shot through my head that stayed for just a second before it was gone. They were Gods? He could do magic.

Minos watched as the boy concentrated, and slowly made the bead grow into a ball as big as his fist. "How well can you use that thing?" he said, impressed, while pointing to the staff. He doused the flame from his torch and handed it back to Rei. "I can do a trick or two. But just... kid stuff, really." the boy answered as they crawled their way through the thick foliage. "So did Cassana teach you how to do magic?" "No. I just...read a lot of books about magic at home. My parents'. I still got a lot to learn to reach her level. What she did to fight off those drows was really cool."