God Of Shinobi Novels & Stories

The Sword God looked at Hai Mingyue, who still appeared calm even after launching an attack, and found himself somewhat baffled. This figure, resembling a water goddess and known as the Goddess of Nature, was truly incredibly powerful—he couldn’t recall the last time he had sensed such power from Hai Mingyue. Taking a deep breath, the Sword God immediately took his leave from Hai Mingyue, brought his wife inside, and turned to leave the Ashura Realm without the slightest resistance. But before he left, a voice from the carriage clearly warned Hai Mingyue to be careful.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

That is where Greyn attacked him when he killed Zure in their duel back at Chaaya Village. After he was killed, the protection that has been cast to the other Light Oracles disappeared. Using Azul's power that he lent to Saiya, she was able to cast the "Land of Death" immediately after the Shield Bearer died, killing the other five Light Oracles and their dragons with shadow spikes that emerged from the ground. They could not react immediately because they were confused when the Shield Bearer's power disappeared from them.

“She said it is … it’s imbued with Usha’s power of the dawn. That it will protect me from what is to come.” Kaplan propped himself on one elbow, his gaze fixed on her eyes. The name struck him like an arrow. Usha, goddess of the dawn. Could this be it—the missing piece, the last weapon of Durga that the Directorate had hunted for centuries? The thought crashed through him, leaving a thousand unanswered questions in its wake. Why did Jaiyana’s grandmother have it? How long had it been in her family’s possession? And most of all—was Jaiyana truly who he feared, and hoped, she might be?

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

His name was rarely spoken aloud, for to do so was to invite death. I barely heard the words. My mind was elsewhere, back in the basement with the scroll, back with the runes that had melted away under the splash of water. I had drawn the symbols for summoning Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. He was the only one who could alter what was to come, who could change my fate and save me from the death that awaited me. But summoning a Fate was dangerous, and there was no guarantee that Ryuu would answer my call—or that he would help me if he did. The Fates were known to be capricious, their motives beyond human understanding. But I had no other choice.

It is really big that it blocks the sun making everything dark. “Garuda...” ßenlong becomes agitated. “Ga... Garuda... the manifestation of God in Hinduism. One of the Trimurti, the three powers of Brahman...” Jeje is stuttered. It stands right before them. Everyone is intimidated by its mere presence, but Alfi. His presence is intimidating them. Even ßenlong who is a deity is shaking before Garuda. Alfi is trying to be as calm as possible, as he knows that Garuda is the manifestation of God. Alfi needs to watch his manner before such an omnipotent being.