God Of War Spartans Novels & Stories

the Elite spats venomously. I study him for a moment, pondering this information. This is why the hybrids are winning the war. While we're stuck thinking they're monsters ready to devour our children, they examine us and record our motives and habits. This man has seen more wars than I could ever dream of, and yet, he doesn't comprehend his enemy. "Did they try to kidnap Kieran? Did they take something?" I throw the questions rapidly, firing them as my heart speeds in my chest. This feels wrong. This is wrong.

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

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.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

The design reminded him of old Greek or Spartan shields he’d seen as a child. As he saw Tavia disappear into the woods and dodge the long swipes by Greyman, two ideas made Porcius smile. One, he wished he had three hundred Spartans with him to form a phalanx against these creatures. Two, he hoped the Pict shield, mostly wood, leather and trimmed in bronze, held up for two seconds in a good battle. Grinning, Porcius followed them into the woods. ***

Abel growled out as Remmie was pulling on Cain’s arm to stop him from charging at my friend. “Seriously Cain, Abel. How many times did you spar with Gabi? Do you think that both Reign and Remmie woke up one day total badasses. Hell we all trained with them. They needed to know how to not only take down the weak guys like Thaddeus here but also how to take down men built like tanks.” I said, causing both guys' eyes to shift towards me. They were still growling at the thought of me sparring with them when Reign cleared her voice.

He casts a loving look in his wife’s direction. One of the other Gods steps forward, placing his right hand over his heart, giving Jamari a slight bow. “I am Set, better known as the God of War.” He tells her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “As you can imagine, this is a very exciting time for me.” He winks at Jamari, lifting his body from his bow. My mother rolls her eyes from behind him.

The driver was a hulk of a man, dwarfing even Tharion with his sheer size and presence. “Hello, brother!” he called as he moved to open the back and load their bags. Tharion grinned and enveloped him in a fierce hug. “Soren! It’s good to see you!” Kaplan’s eyes flicked back and forth between them, noting the undeniable resemblance. They were true brothers, as if born of some Nordic god—golden hair catching the light, broad chests, and muscles so formidable they seemed capable of tearing through fabric. The air around them seemed charged, the intensity of their presence impossible to ignore.

I mind linked them. “This is what the chant for the spell is: ‘Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Gaia’s, Dimitri’s, and Elijah’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Gaia, Dimitri, and Elijah. Spirit, I call on you to protect these Gods and Goddess minds and souls from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep these Gods and Goddess grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away their confusion.’ Does everyone think they can remember that?” I asked.

Wondering if Atlas would be pissed or amused at my resourcefulness, I felt my bones crack and shift into place as the fur retracted from my body. Within seconds, I was fully Fae, and completely naked. "Will you quit poking and prodding us like cattle?" I seethed, charging forwards with much more gusto than I actually had. The warriors had the sense to step back, finally lowering their spears. I noticed something dripping off the end of one, and was thankful it hadn't pricked our skin. One of the warriors stepped forwards, taller and more imposing than the rest. Midnight hair was cropped short on his head, accompanying a scar that ran from temple to chin.