God Of Wrath の小説・ストーリー

The essence of the storm has fully awakened, and I am its master. "I am the God of Thunder!" The words come tumbling out of my mouth without restraint, followed by deafening thunderclaps that shake the earth. The lightning hurls the wereapes and hybrids coming towards me backwards with great force sending them crashing into each other. Right where I'm standing, I hold out my hands, and lightning bolts, imbued with my intent to kill, erupt, smiting down the wereapes and their hybrids one after the other. Almost all of them are electrocuted and instantly burnt to death. Some of them are still alive but barely. Their mighty growls have turned to painful groans

“And you, what the hell are you doing just standing there? Get him and lock him up! Don’t make me repeat myself!” The warriors finally moved, spurred on by my fury. They rushed toward him, but Reid’s dagger flashed. The first man to reach him let out a grunt as Reid’s fist slammed into his jaw. The warrior collapsed, blood spurting from his mouth as gasps filled the air. “Oh, no…” a maid whispered, clutching her apron as fear rippled through the crowd. “Don’t you dare stop!” I bellowed, my own blade raised high. “The next man he knocks down, I swear to the Moon Goddess, you’ll die by my hand!” My voice rumbled like thunder, and my promise struck deep.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Then, he spat out another mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees. The entire crowd watching was stunned. Even Alfredo, Rupert, and Monty, who had already experienced Andrew's strength, felt cold sweat run down their backs as they watched the clash. Andrew had truly become a War God in every sense, and perhaps the only true War God in the entire Holtrien army. What was a War God? It referred to someone undefeated in battle. Jakob, the martial god from Divine Dragon Order, blurted out in disbelief, "Beyond Mortal! He has already stepped into the Beyond Mortal level, so that puts him on the same level as the three leaders."

Warren’s screams grew weaker, his struggles more frantic, and yet I felt nothing. No pain. No remorse. Just pure, unrelenting wrath. He lunged one last time, desperation fueling his movements, and managed to tackle me to the ground. But even then, as we tumbled onto the blood-soaked earth, he realized the truth: I wasn’t going to kill him until I wanted to. This wasn’t a battle—it was a game. And I was savoring every second of it. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the feral gleam in mine. He understood. For the first time, Warren, the God of War, knew fear.

She should not be seeing this. Without thinking, I yelled, "I am Preston Whitmore's employer! I'm the CEO of Harlan Group!"

Blood sprayed across the storefront window like a fountain. The street fell into chaos. Cars crashed into one another and burst into flames. Screams, sirens, and the sound of tearing flesh mixed together. Within just a few short hours, the city had completely collapsed. Early the next morning, Julian was woken by the endless screams and the sounds of car alarms below. He rubbed his sleepy eyes as he walked to the tall window, cursing under his breath. Then he pulled the curtains open. "Why is it so loud this early..."

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”