God Of War Sparta Novels & Stories

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. 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.”

I said. I walked down the shattered stone steps. I walked right past Torin. I walked right to the lip of the smoking crater. I looked out across the deep-water harbor at the three warships. The gunners were frantically trying to reload, whipped by their captains, but their hands were shaking too badly to pack the powder. I didn't kneel. I didn't touch the ground. I reached back into the massive, glowing grid of the fifty thousand humans standing behind me. I pulled a fraction of their unified current—their defiance, their newly discovered empathy, their absolute refusal to be broken—and I shaped it into a spear of pure resonance.

The witch was engaging one of the goddesses, when she noticed, they all had left her and face the standing Shadow fighters, they killed one and magically transformed him to powder, and each of them took little from the powder and blow air from their mouths on it, ground began to shake, and dusts covered the earth, the witch asked " what type of magic is this? And then all had been buried under the great dust and sands, there was a great silence for a long time, the dust went to every corner of the earth, and there was no place it did not reach. And it was like everything had been buried, suddenly rain began to fell, and washed it all away, and the deaths began to resurrect, the queen knew ab

*** Thorran's friend arrived the next day early in the morning. I was lingering in my room, packing my things when I heard a foreign voice speak from inside the suite. I've never heard that accent before, so curiously, I peak my head around the corner, seeing who will be helping Thorran track where the letter had come from. It takes me a moment to recognize who they are. It's Alpha Archer of the Freedom Pack. He looks so much taller in person and significantly more muscular than I've seen in in the books. He might not be as tall as Thorran, but he still looks intimidating. They don't seem to notice me watching from the doorway, so I keep quiet, observing.

“This doesn’t make sense. What can a deity want with a nobody like me?” The car sank into silence. I threw up my hands. “Is this the Ollivara thing again? I don’t know her.” “Some call him Sues or Warren, or the God of War,” Jason sighed. “He’s a long-time enemy of mine.” His jaw clenched as pure hatred darkened his eyes. “One day, I’ll tear his mask off before I tear his head off with my bare hands.” The air iced over, and everyone sat still. Even wounded, Jason’s power was still formidable. It was worse when he was injured. A wounded predator is at his most dangerous.

"Sparta came under attack today. Five terrorists, steeped in hatred and driven by ignorance attempted to destroy our school, and kill our students and staff. But what these cowards did not count on was the courage and determination of us Spartans. "I stand before you now, covered in blood. This is the blood of heroes," stated Gwen emphatically as she pointed to her herself. "I proudly wear the blood of Spartan heroes. This blood was shed in defense of life, shed by Spartans shielding, protecting, and fighting for others. Jared White personally pulled me out of harm's way and held me with his back to the shooters, taking bullets intended for me. The shooter called me 'The Whore in Red' as he

Ares chuckled at the corners of his lips, holding it up to form a mocking gesture at Morgan whose face was getting redder, he could see the one pure god's brows slanted sharply as he shot a glare at him, "Why? Am I telling the truth?" Ares is the god of war and trembling is not his style, he has gone through many wars with many victories anyway, then just a Morgan? Just a god who never even used his powers, Morgan was just an amateur god, there was no reason for Ares to be afraid of Morgan.

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