God Of War Crossover Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

Her secret admiration for the boy who hacked her firewall in New York. And she felt his. His pressure to protect his family. His arrogance. His budding love for her. [ SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE. ] [ DUAL-CORE PROCESSING: ONLINE. ] The blue light around Alex exploded into a blinding white supernova. The red demons screeched as they were disintegrated by the pure computing power of two geniuses working as one. "Let's rewrite this game," Cassandra’s avatar stood up. She wasn't broken anymore. She was a Goddess of Code, glowing gold.

Systems lagged. Signals dropped. Cassandra’s voice— Distorted. “What… is this…?” For the first time— The God hesitated. The Rise of the Unknown Mara opened her eyes. And they weren’t the same. There was something deeper in them now. Something— Unwritten. “I’m not your creation anymore,” she said. “I’m your end.” Cliffhanger Because suddenly— The entire city split into two signals. One— Controlled by Cassandra. The other— Responding to Mara.

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

“Stay with me!” The glow brightened until the walls quaked. I saw his face through the blur, eyes wide, bleeding from the strain of the bond tearing between us. “You can’t stop it,” I managed to whisper. “She warned me…” “Who?” His voice broke, rough, terrified. “Who’s coming?” “The Goddess,” I breathed. “She’s not done with us.” Cain POV Her light blinded me. Every instinct screamed to pull away, but I couldn’t. I held her tighter as the mark burned through us both, threads of power weaving between our hearts like silver fire. My blood hissed where it touched hers, but I didn’t care.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

"As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Now tell me about your mother. Did I hear right when you said you Shinee made all this up to get your Assassin’s? How did he get away with that?” "Well, I’m not sure if that was his true intention, but whatever it was, I’m hoping he will lose interest in me when he finds out I’m no longer Alpha. And he is a born manipulator. I’m not surprised he tricked us all," Thoran says. I hope I never see those lavender eyes again. "Your mother seems so lovely. On the other hand, my mother is still brainwashed," I tell him, wishing I could sink my head right into the pillow.

Warren’s screams grew weaker, his struggles more frantic, and yet I felt nothing. No pain. No remorse. Just pure, unrelenting wrath. He lunged one last time, desperation fueling his movements, and managed to tackle me to the ground. But even then, as we tumbled onto the blood-soaked earth, he realized the truth: I wasn’t going to kill him until I wanted to. This wasn’t a battle—it was a game. And I was savoring every second of it. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the feral gleam in mine. He understood. For the first time, Warren, the God of War, knew fear.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.