God Of Thunder Novels & Stories

Rei faced away with embarrassment. "Look, we all know the story, you don't have to..." Cassana groaned, shaking her head. "But then," Minos exclaimed, shushing the red-head, "the evil god Eon, descended upon from the heavens, and he ruled over the earth with a tyrannical fist." "An oversimplification, but go ahead." Cassana heckled. "He trampled over the living, and took control over the dead." Minos continued, waving his arms around for full effect, "he blocked the sun and moon, and turned the oceans into a vast wasteland of tundra and ice."

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Although I knew this was only a recoiling memory of the past, and I didn’t know whether I could change anything—or whether changing anything would affect the present—I was still willing to risk everything just to see her one last time. “Punishment of the Divine Thunder—Fury of the Thunder God, descend!” I chanted in a loud voice. “Cleanse the world of evil and filthy spawn!” I shouted, pointing a finger at the evil god general. The thunder and lightning gathering across the heavens, together with those swirling around me, roared and flashed in fury as though judgment day itself had arrived. A massive bolt descended from the heavens, crashing into the evil god general and slamming him heavily

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. 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.”

Gunthar's thunderous shout scared Jude half to death. As he raised his trembling hand, the pathetic sight reminded me of the drug traffickers Talon Unit used to corner at the borders ten years ago. Gunthar grabbed him by the collar and pointed at the plaque. "Open your damn eyes and take a good look. Who the hell gave you the nerve to tear down a First-Class Meritorious Hero's family home?" Jude had wet his pants from fright. He dropped to his knees, and his words tumbled over each other. "I-I didn't know! If I'd known, I wouldn't have dared touch him, not even in a million years!"

Then it hit me then. "You're afraid of the thunder," I said quietly and he turned his head away fast. Jaw tight and stubborn. He didn't answer. Lightning flashed again with thunder right on its heels. His hand reached out suddenly, fingers closing around mine. Tight. Not hard enough to hurt but more like desperate. I felt the tremor in his grip. Small shakes running through him into me. I looked down at our joined hands. His fingers were longer. Rougher in places. My pulse jumped under his thumb.

"No more talking. I am the last remaining founder of the Inferno Clan, known as the God of Death. Today, I've come to send you to death!" Instead of fear, Felix chuckled in delight. "That's perfect. It looks like this annoying itch of Inferno Clan won't be bothering me anymore. "I'll only use one move. Whether you live or die, it depends on your fate." With that, Felix raised his hand, pointed a finger, and muttered under his breath, "Three-Breath Thunder!" Boom! Though the night was bright with moonlight, the sky suddenly rumbled with the sound of thunder. The God of Death, who had been ready to act, immediately tensed up. His expression became deadly serious.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Legend bears witness to the battle of Haven Clark against an estimated one hundred thousand troops of the Fire nation's army. The battlefield that was originally a sea of ​​sand, turned into a sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses. The youth was standing atop a mountain of corpses with the aura of a soul-devouring creature. Since then, all members of the military have made Haven Clark the God of War. Word spreads and shakes the Medicine Nation government, but Haven hides his identity and only gives his name as Clark. People refer to him as "Mr. Clark" only. Everyone in the military world is subject to Mr. Clark. For two years he was the Medicine Nation's best soldier, until Medicine Nati