Novel & Cerita God Of War Novel

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.

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.

I hate this! I massaged my neck, ready myself for a world war three. Surely Jeoff always ready for that. I can feel his mad aura. I can’t even understand why he is mad! Okay. I’ll just shut my mouth up then. It was useless to talk or have a fight with him. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

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

"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.

It had been ages since a new God of War had risen in the Celestial Realm, leading to this dire predicament. The deadlock broke when my husband, Rein, the God of Water, and my sister's husband, Calder, the God of Fire, arrived side by side. The sight of them made me ball my hands into fists, while my sister's gaze turned steely. The Celestial Guards rallied as if they had found their pillar of strength. An elder stepped forward and said, "You Demons really think you can take these sisters and throw the world into chaos? The Celestial Realm will never stand for it!"

She was no longer the soft young woman whose eyes had once been full of him. She was a formidable attorney who gave no ground in court. Remote, untouchable, and without mercy. He had thought Caroline still hated Celia. Only now did he realize it had simply been armor she had built in order to survive. Julian drained the last of his red wine. The liquor burned down his throat, and his chest twisted with pain. Exhausted, he collapsed to the floor. He imagined that if he had not weighted the oracle blocks, if he had chosen the woman who once loved him to the bone...