God Of War Webcomic Mga Nobela at Kwento

he was like a God that what everyone thought when seeing him a handsome guy like him was rarely seen among wolves only fox were so beautiful but the difference is that they had a feeling of seductive even if they are just looking at you. 'I wonder if I have a mate I mean I didn't even shift no mate would like me as their mates' apart from thinking of his failure in shifting sometimes his thoughts fall on his mate he didn't Know what kind of a mate moon Goddness would bless him with or maybe he will have no mate just like he didn't shift or maybe he will have one but can not obtain her just rejected , fifteen minutes had passed and Barbie was back with a roasted big meat she gave it to his so

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His smirk is pissing the deity. "You are dumb for a deity, Eris. Up to now you still haven't figured out who and what I am. Well, let me show, and maybe it can help your brain." the chosen one said. He levels his right hand in front and he starts releasing the energy of the deities in him one by one starting with Kaios's which is a purple flame. Followed by Asili's green one. Then Galax's light pink, and Leluna's white, smoke-like. Every release, the symbols of the deities, shows and remains around him.

But right before everyone’s eyes, he evaporated. Nothing can kill a god. Nothing was supposed to kill a god. However, the blazing fire, under King Alaric’s command evaporated a god. It was a bad omen and it came calling the rest of the gods. A heavenly war ensued in a world that has been at peace for ages. King Alaric ended up evaporating two more gods and the fight didn’t end until the Almighty intervened.

On top of that, his dragon-shaped eyes and dimples were too out of the box for even Renaissance artists - even modern ones - to think about. The attempt was paid with her life, or so as the rumors say that, the wine god punished her for trying to remove his existence. He was salvaged by his father, strapping him inside the flesh of his thigh until he was of the right month to escape as a tiny baby with chocolate brown eyes and deep dimples, his laugh echoing upon the four walls of the throne room. The flames on both sides of the room became brighter, and brighter, and brighter, only stopping after his laughter had receded. Only Hephaestus, the young, misshapen fire god, has peeked in secret

"You tell me." "We landed right in the middle of the war, but gracefully before it started. The Avecs on one side and the Kolowaris on the other. When we landed, they mistook us for gods because of their strong fear of deities—" "No way!" Anderson exclaimed. "Shit, that's magnificent!" "I know right?" said Hanson. "We were looked up in awe. I'd never felt that way in my entire life. "To cut the long story short, we saved the clans, beat some bad guys, and returned to the present, surprisingly, at our seperate homes."

I was slightly pissed off. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a proper ego boost for me. You’ve never squirted in your life and you meet me and every time my dick or my hand is in your pussy you squirt fucking everywhere,” he kissed my neck. I moaned in annoyance and put my hand on his chest. “You were saying? Your scar?” “I was stabbed. Years ago,” his mouth was still on my neck. “It looks bad.” “It was”, he washed his own chest now. “I nearly died.”

Her sexy manga lashes had matted together. Her eyes were laced with anger as she looked at the evil god standing before her. “I'll really kill you next time fleshling, don't interfere. The human life has no meaning. When they live all they want, it's best they die when they should.” “Will you try to kill him again?.” “Of course little miss hero, no one escapes from me.” She breaks down in tears. It all made sense, he was an evil creature, that was why most people's fates were so cruel.

Yet Am Heh adored it, finding the blazes and hiss of flames the pinnacle of tranquillity. The greener gardens and fountains of the front were fine to some, just not to him. He looked around briefly at the sound of rustling and smiled dryly. "I have rarely had colour in my life except if you count the constant wars between the deities. Perhaps mortals think that having ultimate powers is a blessing but Gods have a harder task than they believe. We have our own worlds to watch as well as those that have been created. Whilst intervention is rare, we still have to keep an eye on things, at least those who care do. I myself, do not."