God Of Wrath Novels & Stories

Within seconds… The man was gone. And in his place stood a beast. A massive wolf towered over the plains, easily the size of a war horse. His dark fur rippled across thick, battle-hardened muscles. His fangs gleamed like they were daggers as his jaws parted in a low, rumbling growl. His glowing red eyes burned beneath a heavy brow, filled with a predator’s lethal calm. The earth itself seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the Alpha God of War’s true form. A beast worthy of the legends.

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.

This is one of the highest techniques of sword techniques. Dark Fist Of The Nether, a technique that makes one's fist possess the Yin Element that comes from the Nether Realm. Possessing a cruel power as the Yin Element is corrosive, this technique is usually cultivated by someone of the Demon Race. One of the Gods got this technique book by chance, which was the reason why this technique was in Xiao Long's head.

“You survived a rejection. You bled. And you kept going.” “So?” “So maybe it’s time someone teaches you how to fight back.” He said I stared at him. My heart beat slower and stronger now. “I don’t need a savior,” I said. “Good,” he replied. “I’m not offering to be one.” “What are you offering?” I asked him. He stepped around the fire and stood in front of me. Close enough to see the scar on his jaw and the storm behind his eyes. “Power,” he said. “And what do I have to give in return?”

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

He asked. “No. I’m a Goddess. You all those books I had about the Greek Gods and all the stuff I taught you? Well, Gaia is Mother Nature, Eros is our great grandfather and Cupid, and they along with Chaos are Primordial Deities. And so am I. Mom and Rhea bound my powers until I was sixteen and now, they are starting to surface. Emerial is my soul mate and an Angel, Shadriel is his cousin, also an Angel. Craig, Paisley, and Ebony are werewolves. Craig is the Alpha of his pack, Paisley is his Luna, Ebony is a part of their part, but she is also Shad’s soul mate. And that is Selene, she is the werewolves Moon Goddess.” I explained. “Holy Shit!” DJ said.

“Young man, who are you? Why do you know everything so well?! And on top of that, how dare you call our God of War by his name. Don’t you know that being disrespectful to the God of War means looking for death!” “Looking for death?”

Tadhg Walter's small and weak body, compared with the hundred thousand meters tall Frostwind, is a grain of ash, but this ash, now emits a hot light. The next moment, powerful energy swept across the universe. Waves of energy diffuse out in waves. Above the Iron Earth Ax, a ghostly Divine Overlord erupted, suddenly smashing the mighty Frostwind's hand, and at the same time aimed at the supreme body of Frostwind. "Careful!" Kaelen Stormheart at this moment, can not help but remind. Tadhg Walter holds in his hand, is the Crippling Strike, after three months, the supreme Frostwind is still accompanied by the God, it is best not to get hurt.

Spartan was sprinting through the horde of Amaroks, taking them down as he did so and it appeared that he was also running away from something. “You can't outrun me!” the voice of the unseen god Moros could be heard through the horde. Spartan then crashed into something that felt as hard as concrete. An Amarok roared at him, its triple jaws coming down at him. Spartan thrust up his right hand and sent a yellow bolt of lightning blasting away the brains of the creature. The god then materialized from the aftermath of the blast and grabbed Spartan by the neck. He heaved him up and looked him directly in the eye.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.