God Of War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Don't let a drop of this trash's blood get on your new clothes." With a death grin, the God of War disappeared from the interrogation room, leaving Julian struggling to cry due to the destruction of his brain's nervous system. Chloe's mental torment was truly more deadly than any mutant bite.

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

she sputtered. “Yes, her!” Tanya nodded as she spoke. “Is it now? How can a veteran share any form of relationship with the God of War? Besides, if that was the case, why would he even work as a bodyguard anyway? Someone of such high status wouldn’t be a bodyguard, right?” Yvonne was still slightly skeptical about that creep having any form of relationship with the God of War. “Let me explain,” Tanya started. “Back then when the God of War was returning, my father took a lot of effort to learn which private jet she was on to pick her up. He did not expect that Fane would disembark the jet with the God of War…”

I said as I pointed with the gesture of my hand towards the thunder-blasting bloke with a brazen glint and mocking smirk on my lips. ”… the mighty ruler of Olympus and Elysian Fields, the God of all Gods” mockery aimed at bastard evident in every syllable “…had found himself in a bit of pickle with God of War recently, and thus at the mercy of the God of Chaos, the master of all things unpredictable and wild. My dear cousin Nepenthern here asked for protection and had decided to give me the hand of his lovely daughter Noosha as a token of his appreciation and gratitude.” I heard the sound of his teeth clenching as I spoke.

Fuck You! Argh!.." Roaring, the God Of War, Nri Magu, felt frustrated then charged forward. He simply couldn't take it anymore, how could he allow this strange Bloody Red God to underrate him so much. Not only did the Red God discovered his cowardly plans to retreat, but the Red God also referred to him, a 'God Of War' as Little Ones. He didn't even stop there but went on to say that an Avatar of his Avatar, would kill him with just one breath. Even an ant couldn't be killed with just a breath, it was just too humiliating.

And that was why they were special. But God of Wars were also a special breed of gods. And they were special in a variety of ways. When a God of War was born, it spelled trouble for any god. This was because once you were struck by the force of a god of war, it mattered little where your Godhead was hidden. No matter where your Godhead was, it would be destroyed! It didn’t matter how well hidden it was, or the kind of protection over it. The power of a god of war was able to ignore all this. It was for this reason Loki had chosen to tempt Ares over to his side. As long as Zeus was weakened, Ares should have been able to kill him, whether he knew where his father’s Godhead was or not. However

Her heart fractured at the thought of leaving her behind. Elia pulled away, wiping her face roughly. “Still... maybe it’s better this way. You deserve more than Kade. More than this place. If he couldn’t fight for you, then let him live with the memory of letting you go.” A slow rumble of hooves and wheels echoed across the stone path. The God of War had arrived. Anana turned to see the black carriage stop before them. Sleek, ominous, and guarded by two armored wolves on horseback. One of the guards stepped down and opened the door.

I muttered in annoyance. "I'm a higher God and can do anything I want," he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his narcissism. "I think your a real prick and murdering bastard," I spat and jumped up onto his back and stabbed the knife into the base of his skull. Twisting it against his bones I heard him groan in pain. Yanking the blade out I started jabbing it into him repeatedly. The anger over Fillan and Lexi's death spurred me on as I went into a frantic spurt of savagery. Each hole I created shined a bright golden light. Lykaios turned himself and with narrowed eyes, I buried the knife to its hilt into his heart and his chest cavity exploded in a burst of golden light. Breathing heavily I sat

Myself who was shocked by the attack of the little dragon that spewed fire tried to stand up with a trembling body, "How so great is the crystal then?" “Of course… tomorrow is my last day like this. I wouldn't have suffered like this if only the god of war didn't curse me! Hahaha ... god of war is stupid. He's stubborn, He should have listened to what I said. He didn't care about me, He should have believed me if the god of life was actually a goddess. He had been lied to by a goddess, and blamed me. What a stupid incident! " "So the truth is you are ... who the heck?"

As if hearing my thoughts Helios spoke again, this time in my mind. “Yes, we are old. But so is the power you are up against. He is a brilliant strategist, violent and aggressive, driven by bloodlust and war.” The God paused, as if not wanting to tell me the next part. “And Gaea’s former lover.”