God Of Smithing Novels & Stories

"Good evening ladies and gentle men, gods and goddess." The oracle of life suddenly faded into existence at the alter, slowly shaping in self into a white feminine figure. "We are all gathered here today to celebrate a remarkable upcoming, the upcoming of a new being into the immortal realm. Many of you know that by now, that this being belongs to one of our deities, Aubrey." The oracle smoothly motions her hand, as though moving gracefully in water as she points towards Aubrey who stood up and placed his wine glass down to the table.

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.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

William corrected. The man who still earned the nickname "The Strongest God of War" didn't like the idea of people misunderstanding Riley. He still wanted his son to be known as one of those soldiers who wouldn't kill his opponent. That would make him a prouder father. According to him, the mistakes he had made in the past should not be made by Riley. He was once known as the "God of Death" because of his great killing ability, but then he turned into a general who was able to defeat enemies without killing them.

The sword was swelling, the stone cracking to reveal solid steel and a blade lethal enough to slice cleaning through the hardest of material and easily through the fragile making of a human or even God. Babi seized it, running his tongue over the remaining dust, spiced with the magic and blood that kindled it. "Can your puny weapon defeat this?" Babi screamed at the standing warrior, holding the blade above his head. "And you!" He whirled to face the black mass. "You call the elements but can you summon the strength of he who crafted them?" Both creatures stayed silent, the latter grinning, the slash in the void almost blinding. 'Tandem etiam Deos meto. Et omnis nihil sit.'

Elio frowned in deep contemplation. “What is this True God's Hammer? It should be quite valuable if he’s willing to use it as an exchange with me. If the price is good, I can consider this deal.” Although Elio looked like a simple and honest old man, Philip had to take his own interests as the standard. “The True God's Hammer is a legendary weapon. It was said that only people who have reached the level of a true god have the right to touch this weapon!

Ahmed replied that everyone died and told him the story and told him that this is the weapon he owns while he has no information about other weapons, Sadness appeared on the face of the blacksmith , then he said to Ahmet , "These eight were different from the other adventurers. They were famous because they never hesitated to help people. They toured around the world and everyone loved them, so I decided to make the best weapons for them. They were eight weapons, they were called in what after the legendary artifacts, this also increased the fame of my products, but I couldn't make a better weapon than them after. They were the pinnacle of what I made in the era of adventurers , but my fame

Watching Jace and the Resonators work with the shipwrights was like watching a new religion being born. The thirteen children did not lift the massive iron beams. They didn't swing the heavy hammers. But whenever Cord’s smiths needed to bend the thick iron plating to fit the curvature of the hull, Jace would step forward. He would lay his bare hands on the freezing metal, close his eyes, and hum. The rigid, unyielding iron would soften under his frequency, allowing the shipwrights to shape it without fracturing the structural integrity. They were singing the ship into existence.

The weight of their destiny pressed heavily upon her, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. seraphina dug deep into the future and started seeing some vision as though she was present there but no one can see her Vision From Seraphina Memory: Under the guidance of the wise witch doctor, Agnes began her celestial training. seraphina noticed it was the same Nigerian shaman who had given the prophecy of the Messiah from Albion, Agnes first lesson was to summon the heat from the sun and channel it into powerful fireballs. The witch doctor, with his deep knowledge and ancient wisdom, demonstrated the spell effortlessly, and a burst of fiery energy descended from the sky, leavin

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.