God Of War Webcomic Novels & Stories

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

: Couldn't he have just one night of relaxation without the underworld coming to ruin it? He felt Kree rise and move off to the west. :They gather where the gargoyles slew the Warrior Jamairlo. They draw power from that victory. Vargas uses it to show them that if they can kill an elven Warrior of the Way, then a puny human should be no hindrance to them.: :Puny human?: :Their words, not mine.:

Against an explosion on this scale, no matter how strong they were, there was only one outcome. Death. Arka drew a deep breath. The hot air mixed with the smell of gunpowder filled his lungs, but his expression remained calm, even too calm for a situation like this. "Looks like... this time we're really at a dead end." His tone was flat, as though he were stating an ordinary fact. Black Garuda smiled faintly. "Relax. My life has already been wild enough. I've got no regrets." Steel Fang chuckled softly, then raised his massive fist, covered in blood and dust. "Then let's end all of this together."

I smiled softly and decided to reintroduce myself “I am the Female Alpha of Moon Edge.” They burst into laughter again. Then one stepped forward mockingly. “If you’re the female Alpha, then I’m Alpha Keres, the merciless god of war of Drakinral” he said looking so ugly just trying to mimic him. I scoffed, unable to hide my feelings. “Ridiculous.” His face darkened at my comment and he raised his hand to slap me but my reflex caught his wrist mid-air. His eyes widened; “You dare dodge me? You omega trash!”

Emily scolded. After minutes of climbing the team of four finally reached underground. Chambers broke the descent, flashes of painted walls catching their light. First—bright colors: gods crowned in gold, kings lifted in triumph. Then darker—angels turning away, mortals bound in chains, eyes painted so sharply they seemed alive. The beauty bled into menace with every step. "Damn," Caleb exclaimed, staring at the walls. "They even inscribed death spells on the walls" Emily whispered. "Death spells?" Eric muttered, his voice bouncing off the stone. "That's comforting."

Atarah tried to move but Amon stopped her by griping her hand. "What do you intend to do?" He asked her wondered if she was going to fight them. "Well, we have to do something." That was all she said and Amon sighed. "You should probably head back and contact some scouts or guardians, they will know what to do. I can stop them easily, they are humans after all." He sounded confident in abilities, he was lightning wolf which was by far the fastest wolves blessed by the goddess of the moon. Atarah glanced at both Amon and the black figure alternatively for a moment before nodding her head.

The Second War God resented Conrad, the First War God, as much as Andrius. “Conrad Gibbs!” The Second War God’s eyes narrowed as he roared fiercely, “Do you really think you can save Andrius Moonshade? I’m telling you, he’s doomed! Not even God can save him today!” Conrad looked at the man and said, “Second War God, you are a lapdog for power and you’ve persecuted a credited official of Florence. One day, you will end up worse than this.”

Elysia exhaled slowly, placing her hands on her hips as she looked around the wrecked arena — cracked tiles, shattered formations, and divine scorch marks that even the best architects would struggle to erase. “Wonderful,” she muttered dryly. “More work for me. Again.” She turned toward the stands, where the crowd had long since been evacuated. Only a few remained — Pavan, Crystal, and Sophia. Pavan’s jaw was still hanging open. “Did I just see the God of War abduct my friend? Like, actually abduct him?” Crystal exhaled slowly, her gaze following the fading trail of lightning in the sky. “If you call being taken by the Goddess of War a kidnapping, then yes… she did.”

To him and his people, Harriet's and the Empire's heroes' feat of defeating the Evil God Andrius was just more proof of their Godhood. They protected countless lives with their own blood without asking for anything in return. "Goddess, you're the closest to us. Just let us admire and enjoy this era of your rule." ---- Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

Chapter 80: Then There Was Nothing --Drake-- “Fuck! Demi no!” What the hell is she doing? There’s no way Demi can fight against this son of a bitch. He’s way stronger than I anticipated. They don’t call him the God of War for no reason. I am dead tired. I’m blaming it on being out of the game for twenty years or so. I can’t let my fatigue stop me. I have to keep pushing. I can’t let anything happen to Demi.