God Of War Webcomics Novels & Stories

“This legend speaks of the only power capable of opposing the primordial magic Lucen is using. Not ice techniques, not wind formations. But raw power, the power of the ‘God of War’.” Rayden stepped closer, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the carvings in the book. The word God of War felt so grand, so mythical, it bordered on unreal. “God of War? I’ve never heard of it.” “Of course not,” Arion replied. “Because it is not part of any known cultivation system. It is an anomaly, a power from an ancient era that predates all sects and clans. A power born from pure battle, not from meditation.”

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."

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

The carefully crafted game board on the wailing man’s chest was full, revealing that crosses had won. “It appears I have won.” The being chuckled, slowly turning towards the psychopathic lord. “Ah, Darkous. How nice of you to join us, care for a game?” The psychopathic lord chuckled, taking a step towards his comrade. “I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.”

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."

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!" At this moment, everyone was a bit surprised as to why Xiao Chen's emotions suddenly became a bit off. Only to see him tilting his head and laughing wildly: "God ...... God? The God that Mister Xiao believed in has long since died! Today, Mister Xiao will come to behead God! Fifth Style One Sword Heaven's Border!"

“Who is Damon?” “The war God, he has been in the borders half his life and only returned for the festivity, second son to King Williams and born of his favorite concubine” I could not believe my luck. I am mate to the God of war which sounded odd. I was made to understand we were headed for the borders and it involved a life of war and fighting. None of that mattered to me, since I have gotten a second chance at life I choose to make the most out of it. The journey was tiring and long, we had to stop a number of times to get fresh food supplies and freshen up. Sarah my handmade, was of great help to me, I am still getting acquainted with her addressing me as “my lady”.

A huge contrast to his merry days of pure unadulterated joy in messing with anyone going his way. With Damon holding the company together, the god focused on writing. The thoughts that flowed in his head, even the ones that bother him so, becomes held in the vessel called 'paper', now 'computer', as he types his ideas away with ease. As the psychologists would say, it is a venting place for him to be at ease, comfortable, and at peace with himself. On other days, when writing seemed like a chore, he had installed a private gym in the wide scope of his chateau. A far cry from the wooden hut that he used to live with ages ago.

She did not know who God of War Is Here was, and she even did not know what he planned to do. If he was the same kind of person as Marcellus, she was going to suffer. Luckily, God of War Is Here was not like Marcellus. After a long silence, God of War Is Here sent his first comment. [Moon, please feel free to sing. Don’t be affected by anyone. I’ll protect you.] [Dang! Bro, you’re amazing!] [Pfft! Where’s Marcellus now? Didn’t he brag about being rich? Did he become deaf after a real bigwig showed up? Come out now!]