God Of Tennis Novels & Stories

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

I'm gonna seduce this green eyed god! ------------------------

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

“It’s… Power of Almighty?” Alan was still a little educated. When he saw the star, he knew Tigris’ identity. He gulped, and he felt frightened. Although the Academy of Social Sciences was totally unrelated to Power of Almighty, Alan still knew about Power of Almighty’s dignified reputation, especially when he heard that a new God of War had recently been elected. He was so dignified that nobody could afford to offend him. Naturally, a small character like Alan was not qualified to meet the God of War. But, he had been hearing about the God of War, so he also knew Power of Almighty.

He’s the leader of one of the sacred martial arts training grounds! ‘He became the God of War ten years ago! He’s a true expert! ‘And yet, he was defeated by a single slap?! ‘Even TV shows aren’t written in such a ridiculous way!’ “Impossible! This can’t be! Mr. Layton’s a God of War! How did he even lose? Gods of War are invincible! “Harvey’s just a young man! Surely he’s not a God of War! Even if he is, he’s definitely no match against Mr. Layton!

Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos looked at León de Fuego, the God of Fire, still smiling. "Aren't you already in love with her?" The God of Fire León de Fuego still acted as if nothing had happened, playing with the branch in his hand, replying: “I have practiced for more than seventy thousand years, can I be so weak? For her, I only pity and apologize… I hope she can return to her original life and destiny.”

The latter didn't respond. Phoebe also looked at Gideon. He wore a simple gray tennis outfit. As expected, anyone with his broad shoulders, long legs, and trim waist would look good in anything. Tennis had started as a sport for the nobles; Gideon fit the concept perfectly. Phoebe was about to look away when Gideon turned and met her gaze. She was about to nod in greeting when he said, "Get a coach if you don't know how to play. Don't get in our way."

They immediately surrounded Tenzel. Soon, Tenzel was enveloped in black smoke. Seeing this, Angeline shouted heartbreakingly, “No!” Prajna laughed arrogantly, “You people forced me to do this.” Levi was also dragged by the undead and could not move. He called out to Angeline, “If you want to decipher this formation, you need to find another one of Tenzel’s souls.” As long as the soul returned to its owner, no one could lay a hand on him. He was the unparalleled God of War, after all.