God Of Smithing Novels & Stories

But even gods are not immune to envy and strife. The war began as a disagreement, a small rift between the brothers that quickly grew into a storm. The heavens trembled as the Fates clashed, their fury shaking the very foundation of the cosmos. In their rage, they ripped open the veil that separated the mortal world from the realm of demons, a dark and twisted place where nightmares took form and ancient evils lay in wait.

the man in black faintly smiled, turned around, looked at the calm pool of water, slowly said: "Born as a God Ding man, died as a God Ding soul, the next life, the next life, never leave the day, until the soul yuan is exhausted, no more Reincarnation ...... Could it be that the righteous father has forgotten that this is what the righteous father personally said to the child when he adopted the child back then?" In the distance, Xiao Dust frowned, it looks like this God Ding is really not an ordinary power, even if it is some demonic sects in the Purple Realm, if the disciples want to leave someday, as long as they talk it through, it is not impossible, and this God Ding, it is even binding

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

I nodded and moved away as Ryder and Ares faced off. **Ryder** The fucker wiped at the corner of his mouth. I was ready to end him. He knew I could. I could smell his fear. I had forgotten one thing though. Ares is the God of war, and he commands an army. He raised his palms at his sides. The ground shook as an army that was blessed by the gods started to fall from the sky. “Let’s see how you hold up against the soldiers of Olympus, kid.” Ares spoke.

He mumbled, "Perhaps his father and mother planned to kill the Youkai King long ago. God of Thunder Rey de Los Lobos and God of Metal Dragón de Hierro are nonetheless two gods at the top of the heavens, although they do not use their strength to fight every day, their strength is still unlike that of ordinary people. The Youkai King is not strong enough to be their opponent. He used all his strength to block a single blow from the two gods, but his body was seriously injured.

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

They want the kingdom for themselves. They started plotting on how to kill Zeus and Artemis but the only problem was that gods can't be killed with a mare weapon, they can only be killed by a sword called "Ancient Gladius" Ancient Gladius is not just an ordinary sword, It's a sword forged from the past souls of the dead gods. The sword was created by a sorcerer called " Adwen". Adwen created the Ancient Gladius during the first battle in the kingdom. The sword was used by the four gods' father to stop their enemies which were successful and after the battle, their father cast a spell on the sword and it vanished to where no one could find it.

CHAPTER 167 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ “The moon goddess created a few special immortal beings that are currently hiding in so many different places in the world. And this may seem strange, but the blacksmith is one of those beings. Seven hundred years ago, he lost something important, and this caused him to give up all the good in him to become what he is today. So, There’s one thing you should know before approaching the blacksmith,” Margret said. “What’s that?” Gabriella asked.

Stuart said with a stern look on his face. "Alright!" Flynn did not hesitate as he immediately knelt and paid respects. Stuart grabbed a statue of an old man from the altar and smashed it to the floor. "Huh?! What are you doing, Grandpa? You never allowed me to get near this altar. What are you doing?" Flynn was bewildered. The statue broke apart, and green smoke came out of it. A voice suddenly sounded in Flynn's mind. "Heaven and earth, listen to me. The great deity is immortal, and nothing compares to heaven's creations. I make an appearance today to pass on my knowledge. Your time has come, young man. I'm about to teach you the one and only Forging Soecery!"