God Of Smithing Novels & Stories

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Hajin— the life force of god that is present all around the planet. It is found in the oxygen that we breathe, the minerals found on the earth, and it is sensitive to thoughts and emotions that they can blend into them. Sliver of god— A part of god's power that he gave to alchemists when he was dying. Every thousand years, a god dies and it has to choose another person to pass his power. However, the current god, Croven, saw this as a distasteful, ineffective, and lonely job. So he decided to divide his power to the wise people whom he trusted, who would later become the Alchemists.

Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him. A large and pure smile began to appear across the psychopathic lords lips as his vision began to return; shock spreading throughout his large frame. It became much like what it had been before his father had surgically removed his eyes, replacing them for metal implants; the world around him more vibrant and filled with colour. The fussiness of the mechanically white eyes began to dissipate, leaving the lord of hell with increasingly perfect vision; something which he had not experienced in centuries. Hades turned slowly, beginning to approach his brother as he spoke; h

God of War? Riordan knew of the God of War’s existence, he just did not expect the God of War to really appear in front of him. “You’re… the God of War?” Riordan still dared not believe it. Thomas’s smiled as he answered, “I really am the God of War. Mr. Silver, if you don’t believe me, I can ask some people to send the commander stamp over here and show it to you.” “No, you don’t have to do that. I trust your credibility.”

He actually had a mind of coming back as he promised Aro, if not for the bad king that magically sent him into exile. THE WAR LORD He started as Goldsmith, when he was young, his father noticed his craftiness. And went to register him as an apprentice to Sokoti aka the heavens Goldsmith. The first to make a sword out of Sango's breath. At least that was the story we had. He was fast at learning, if not too fast, he broke his master's record by making a million swords in two days.

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.

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

“My talisman. Do you think it can be retrieved?” I shrug, “I don’t know. I’m not sure how that works. You traded it and Lysel’s to create the hunters. It now belongs to the god of chaos. It is the main one that creates.” “Have you ever met this god of chaos?” I shake my head, “No. I’m a dragon, I’m a young dragon, but I’m just as mortal as you in their eyes. The spirits are immortal until someone willingly takes their place.”

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.