God Of Martial Arts Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

He frowns upon realizing his pegasus is unresponsive, until he looks up. A small hut glows an orange hue in the near distance, one that he swore he had never seen earlier. The steed immediately runs towards it, forcing the young god to let go of his reins. Upon reaching the comfortable warmth of the hut's outer layer, the horse snorts and bucks his two legs forward, as if beckoning him closer. He has learned to trust animal instincts, that's one of his first lessons with Chiron, the centaur, as a godling.

I just sat there just doing nothing but listening to everything everyone else had to say. “The only thing I can tell you about Aeliana is that I started dreaming about her when I was a small child that prayed to the moon goddess for a forever friend, and that night it was answer. When I went to sleep that night just to wake up in a strange place that seemed there it was morning and night. Both the moon and the sun were shinning there. As I looked around to see a girl that seemed to be about my age. Her skin was pale, her hair was as red as fire, and her eyes as green as the grass on a summer’s day. When she seen me, I realize she was just as surprise to see me as I was of her, and I found ou

“Your body is injected with seven types of poison— and they are deadly. How is it possible for a human to survive that long…?” “You know, my body is born special. As long as the poison that doesn’t kill me within less than an hour, my body would gradually become immune to it. If you didn’t remove the excess poison, I would’ve died sooner or later.” “…Who exactly are you…? Not only magic… even martial arts, swordsmanship and even your strength… you are probably even stronger than my dad…!” “HUH?” Perhaps I said something wrong— for some reason, he glares at me.

Why do I have so few chapters for myself if I am the main caracter? How is a war, full of blood and politics more interesting than me? Ok, I did not do anything really important, and I admit that I enjoyed the months of peace. Being able to sleep knowing that I am not being observed by ghosts is better than holidays. But the war is over, and it's time to collect the rewards. Attention is now very welcome. Appreciate the masterpiece of my effort!

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

The Sons had expected an immediate renewal of the governmental system but the perished political gods were only replaced by new but no better gods. Neo Manila and the Colony were still the same. Perhaps killing the gods wasn't the answer all along, and another form of redress needed to be done. To be concluded… Epilogue General Douglas MacArthur wakes up. He rises from his cot, sits down, and relights his corncob pipe. He inhales deeply, then exhales a long cloud of tobacco smoke.

While rubbing his seemingly ordinary necklace with a pendant of a typical blackbird, a family heirloom, he has a great time imagining himself as a martial artist riding a sword and flying across the vast horizon or casting an almighty spell capable of blocking out the sky, overturning the mountains, and drying up oceans down to their beds. Without him knowing, the ordinary necklace shone with a strange reddish-black light—the light undulating with a unique pattern invisible to human eyes. ---- He liked the most amongst the light novels he read was entitled Martial World, where Lin Ming was a powerful martial arts practitioner. He started as a weak practitioner, with a little bit of luck and

chanting to dominate the world" in the martial book I purchased. When I went to read the martial book, a small booklet dropped out, so I called the seller to inform her that the book had a small booklet in it and that I needed to return it to her." She smiled and replied, "No, you should just read that book." I wasn't interested because the terms were ineligible. But one day, after a shower, I picked up the book, and it grew in size. The words were also appropriate. Do you wish to be a chanter, some words appeared and asked? Yes, I said. White stuff fell from the booklet suddenly. I was told to do everything in the book. Following the initiation.

Leaving the small girl vulnerable and weak. Smiling down at her, the lord of hell slowly moved a strand of loose hair away from her face, sweat forming across her forehead as she panted; her heart racing. After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly; his tone low and rough. “You have disappointed me with your disobedience.”