Novel & Cerita God Of War Novel

The God of war, Ares, was in the lead, creating bloodshed and destruction wherever he went. Within moments, the once silent battle ground was filled with loud roars. Clouds of dust hung around everywhere and everything was hazy in front of me. I stood still, watching everything without moving towards the demons. Adrian and I stood back to back, guarding each other as we watched the war raging around us.

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

The God of War had left the world. However, he left behind an immortal legend. Especially the final combat leading up to his death. He exterminated all 28t elite mercenaries and even wiped out tens of thousands of the enemy’s army while being pursued the entire night. His heroism would go down in history and be forever remembered by all of Sol. Meanwhile, at the Callahans…

He was fighting to break him. To break everything. The Warlord’s body burst like a star going supernova, blood boiling into light, bone into fire, soul into something vast and hungry and endless. And when the glare cleared— When the smoke curled away— What stood where he fell wasn’t a man anymore. It was a god. A god made of ash and teeth and ruin, its smile a horizon of knives, its shadow swallowing the world whole. And Kael— Kael was still on his knees, head bowed, black fire flickering like dying embers as the god laughed and laughed and laughed—

I barked, entwining our bodies as we both went down to the floor, hiding between tables and chairs as the Italian fucker who was assigned to end my wife’s life, opened fire. We began to crawl in between tables and chairs and the fucker wasn’t relenting. He was shooting at the tables and chairs, breaking wine bottles, glasses, shattering plates. “W…..what is going on?” Ava stuttered, her voice filled with terror and fear as she trembled in my arms. “Shut the fuck up, Ballerina, if you don’t want that fucker to blow your head off.” Using my left hand, I grabbed an abandoned rifle from a dead Italian, ready to shoot the fucker who was trying to kill my wife without relenting.

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

But right before everyone’s eyes, he evaporated. Nothing can kill a god. Nothing was supposed to kill a god. However, the blazing fire, under King Alaric’s command evaporated a god. It was a bad omen and it came calling the rest of the gods. A heavenly war ensued in a world that has been at peace for ages. King Alaric ended up evaporating two more gods and the fight didn’t end until the Almighty intervened.

He doesn’t wait for a reply and walks off. Zylith comes over to me taking my shaking hands into her steady ones. “Are you okay?” I quickly nod yes, “He scares me, I didn’t feel this scare with Cain and his people.” Zylith gives me a soft smile. We go to the study after putting on our shoes and a jacket. Alucard is standing with a book in hand but doesn’t glance up, he already knew we were coming. He closes the book with a loud echo and with the wave of his hand he lights up the fireplace. I try not to show my obvious fear and wonder at it.

As fast as they came, they are off into the untracked woods of the Wildlands. Author's Note Dear Readers, Thank you so much for reading and supporting this long journey we have taken together. Chapter Eight in The Dark Below is a milestone within the novel itself. It is the halfway point. I cannot thank any of you, readers, enough for your support. Even if you just thought about giving my book a chance or thought about my story in general, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Chapter nine will be available near the middle or end of January. There we will explore Salavanta and her first mate, Gardax’s travels through the sky with the hopes of gathering a crew for the utmost important missio

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.