God Of War Pinnacle Book Novels & Stories

~ Memory or Knowledge of The Gods = Gods Legacy Xiao Long saw the second floor of the martial tower. Bookshelves there are fewer bookshelves on the first floor, but he knows that because the book quality here is better than the book on the first floor. The better the stuff, the smaller the amount. When an item has much value, it is no longer valuable because an item is made valuable by scarcity.

"Keep a low profile. It really has taken it out of me to keep the Moon from noticing your absence. It would really do me well if you kept to yourself." Damon speaks as he pulls something out of the breast of his jacket. It's a book, bound beautifully, covered in swirls of silvery patterns. When he extends it to me, I notice what it is. It's the Moon Goddess book. I've been desperate to get this off Shinee and Damon for some time now. Each time it's been right in my hands and then torn away, so to finally hold it against my fingertips is a blessing. Perhaps Damon is giving this to me on behalf of Shinee, who drugged me with a truth serum, which in return, I would receive the book for.

The book flipped off his hands, and his mouth gaped open. "What is the problem? Why did you drop the book on the floor just like thathe floor just like that? Alpha Lorinzo asked angrily. One of the young men in the room rushed to pick up the book, but he stopped when he heard "don't touch it." "Please, no one should go close to the book. As I was about to completely unwrap the book, I saw a warning that only a gamma was allowed to open the book. And the gamer must be from the Shadow Moon packs. "Please, is there any gamma in this room from the shadow moon packs?"

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

Damian Marshall, Ian, and I had just arrived at the border of Navarro’s land when the air became electrified. We had Penthesilea and Phlegyas with us. They were supposed to be dead but thanks to Shade they were still alive. Shade had given them a serum to make it seem like they were dead. The gods had taken away their powers and immortality and they were set to be put to death but Shade came through again. To everyone, it did look like they died. After the gods had left them for dead, the three of us came and got them and took them to Shade. She was able to restore their immortality but not their powers. Only the gods have that kind of power. I could see Navarro was back, so I knew

The people they once were lost in the wake of battle, the sky coated in the blood and ashes of the fallen. Elika glanced down at the ancient book in her hands; it was the only recorded history of the days before the war. The real truth of how this life came to pass, a past that Elika longed for with all her heart. Maybe it was foolish of her to dream of such a life, of peace, but it was all she had ever wished for. A time when she could live with the knowledge that her people are safe and happy, when she no longer had to look over her shoulder in fear that when she turned 16 her father would call her to fight in the senseless war. Killing and destroying the citizens of hell along with her br

“Because it is not part of any known cultivation system. It is an anomaly, a power from an ancient era that predates all sects and clans. A power born from pure battle, not from meditation.” He pointed at a series of carvings at the center of the book, a giant sword embedded atop a mountain peak, surrounded by an eternal thunderstorm. “I don’t know much,” Arion admitted. “But this book mentions a location. A place where the power of the God of War is said to still remain.” He looked at Rayden, a dangerous glimmer of hope in his eyes. “The Peak of Eternal Thunder.” Silence fell between them as the name of that mysterious place was spoken. A new plan began taking shape in Rayden’s mind, a poss

Henry said with a frown, remembering the disgraceful and pusillanimous replies he received from other human kings. The attack he lead on the holy tower was actually a piece of cake! this was the first proof he had for the rest of the humans, the tower was always protected by the Gods, for it to be easily taken down was a sign that the Gods had abandoned it, as well as the rest of the human lands, he had captured all the priests, took all the books and scrolls, including one weird black book with black pages, and then burned the place to the ground, his soldiers couldn’t sleep that night, thinking that the Gods’ punishment would fall upon their heads like lightening strikes for the unforgivab

Kai took one look at Elias collapsed on the floor, the swirling shadows in the air, and deadpanned, “Did we miss the apocalypse or is this a Tuesday thing?” Lucian stepped forward. “We found something. About Elias.” Dorian’s gaze dropped to the book. “That thing reeks of ancient death.” “Yeah,” Lucian muttered. “It tried to strangle Elias.” Kairis gestured to the book without emotion. “We believe Nihareth is awakening through a vessel.” Kai raised an eyebrow. “And Nihareth is...?” “A Pre-God,” Elias answered, steadying himself as he stood. “Something older than any realm. The book reacted to me. Showed me fire. A city, destroyed. And him.”