God Of Tennis Novels & Stories

Why does the concept of me getting to know him, seem like torture to him? “For starters, when were you going to tell me you were cursed by the God, Jartre?” I hear a plate shatter on the ground as his heart begins to pound in his chest. “How…” I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.”

"No way, he's already in the fourth-grade ultimate god-level?" Alejandro and Nash glanced at each other as they were dumbfounded. They have always thought that Fane was still in the third-grade ultimate god level, like them. Unexpectedly, this guy had already achieved the fourth-grade ultimate god-level and this was slightly beyond their expectations.

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.

Maya blinked. The certainty in his voice caught her off guard. He hadn't said I'll try. He hadn't even said I'll see what I can do. He'd simply said… You'll get it back. Like it wasn't even a question. Like it was already decided. She studied him for a long moment. Then again… This was Hunter Callum. Captain of the New York Titans. The face of American hockey. At this point, the man was practically New York royalty. Maya shot him one last suspicious look before swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

Not only did she forget the kindness I'd shown her, but she also gave Jude the green light to dig up my parents' graves and humiliate my only sister. That was when I received an encrypted satellite call. It was from the General, Gunthar Vale.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

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.

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.