God Of War Webcomics Novels & Stories

Then, I gasped in realization, “You have the power to make people enrage, do you? I believe that’s what your god of war can do, right?” “You figured it out quickly.” His voice sounded like he was close. That urged me to stealthily head for the next tree to hide. “This duel is truly fated. Mars’s grace grants me a worthy foe.” “Mars? That’s the Roman god of war. I thought Ares chose you.” “Yes, but it turns out they are one and the same.” A wave of blades appeared from in front. I sky-jumped through the canopy, grazing my cheeks again. The second I was back on the ground, Commodus was diving above me from out of nowhere. Before his spear could stab me, I gave an earth-shattering punch, then s

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

GODS AND HUMANS Years went by, and Morolake, was left in the prison, the world wanted a befitting sentenced if possible she should be killed in the present of all eyes, the word war remembrance day was set aside to celebrate the wars that was triggered by the witch queen who almost put an end the the whole world, her pandemic would have ended it all, if not for the intervention of the gods and goddesses and many other heroes of men, there had been some speculations about human being complaining about been ruled by gods and not men like them, though no one had confronted the gods once over the rumors, but it was true for gods and goddesses could read mind, they had it all but was waiting to s

“Well, enough of an old god’s speech. I just wanted you to know that I understand you and empathize with you more than you realize, James.” He had been looking into the god’s eyes throughout the entire confession. James could see the pain and sadness that was contained within. It was as if the weight of the world was continually on the god’s shoulders. Sometimes he kind of felt as if that same thing was happening to him, at least ever since he had found out about the Prophecy. “I understand,” he said before chuckling. “You know, never in a million years did I ever think I would be actually having a conversation with Zeus, the King of the gods. What a year this has been so far.”

Along with the number he found a streaming service that allowed him to witness other matches. Curious as to what the fights were like, he activated the streaming and the holographic tv on the wall came to life. “Well that’s actually pretty cool.” He sat down on the bed and began watching. The fight was intense, between a large cyclops monster and a very angry looking basilisk.

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.

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.”

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

I jumped away as it crashed to the ground, making a terrible crunching sound as it skidded to a stop. Shortly after, a flaming mass fell to the ground. It was Horus. He wasn’t moving anymore, so I assumed he was dead already. His spear was nowhere to be found. His godly armour was broken in different places and one of the wings torn off. In the distance, I could see the familiar light of Zeus’ electric discharge, M’gethir’s spatial distortions, and Eistibus’ holy magic. I looked to where Tony was and saw that the battle was over. Good grief. I wonder who won, I’ll find out soon. But now... I was about to fly up to join them, when all of a sudden, a huge explosion occured in the sky, shaking

"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."