روايات وقصص ضمن God Tests His Strongest Soldiers

“Because of the beliefs my people hold, many; especially the soldiers hold to religious knowledge. This means that they believe in the folklore of if your eyes remain open once you pass, your soul will be forever trapped within your rotting corpse and you will be unable to find peace in the next life.” “I’ve heard about that, we do something different.” The dark lord claimed, lighting a cigarette before he continued. “Have you ever noticed that my soldiers have dog tags?” Elika thought for a moment, remembering the small metal chains that each of her uncle’s soldiers wore. She nodded slowly, glancing toward Dorian before she spoke; his demonic yellow eyes locked onto her. “Yes, the metal thi

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

But powerful enough to press down on my chest and make my knees want to buckle. I turned quickly. A tall figure stood at the end of the garage hallway. The flickering neon light cast shadows across his broad shoulders. His glowing golden eyes pierced through the dimness. Caelan. He walked toward us, slow but steady, and each step seemed to shake the ground. The five men—who moments ago looked terrifying—now stood stiff and panicked, fear etched into their expressions. The shift was undeniable. One of them swallowed hard. His face paled, his eyes restless.

The ground quaked beneath the sheer intensity of her power, cracks racing through the earth like lightning. Soldiers and allies, caught in the brilliance, shielded their eyes, awe and terror mingling on their faces. The air vibrated with energy, heavy and electric, carrying the echoes of her roar far across the valley. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jaiyana’s power was fully hers—untamed, raw, and impossible to ignore. Even Maximus faltered for a fraction of a second, the sinister confidence in his eyes flickering as he felt the force of the goddess he had tried to contain.

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..."

Conversations died the moment we entered. Then the murmurs began, one filled with envy and party fear. “Is that them?” “They look powerful together.” “That’s the god of war and his fiesty Luna, a Lady Alpha herself” “Power couple, indeed.” I felt heat rise in my face, but I kept my expression neutral, eyes forward, and steps measured. Keres walked beside me like a storm contained in human skin, silently daring anyone to speak out of turn. But then, a piercing stare sliced through the back of my skull. It was cold, piercing and familiar.

In the high tower behind me, I heard Lyra’s voice echo down the stone steps. "Contact," the whole-board reader said. "Grid is active. Painting targets." Miles inland, hidden behind the mountains, Cord’s forty Iron Voices were loaded and locked. In the deep keep, three hundred Firewalls closed their eyes and braced for the end of the world. And in the trenches above the beach, Zane drew his heavy, straight iron sword, the Long Carrier standing at the front of a line of a thousand silent wolves. The mapmaker on the beach had smiled because he thought he was fighting beasts.

The sun was about to go down but the mutant soldiers failed to find the enemy who attacked the commander. “Useless”, the commander shouted. “All of you are useless”, he repeated. Then, he presses the red button again and begun to torture the soldiers. After, that he immediately requested for a conference call to Dr. Z. “Yes, commander, how are you?”, asked Dr. Z from the screen monitor. “I am here to report to you that your soldiers are quite weak”, commander Augustin reported. Dr. Z laughed out so loud. “So, what do you want then?”, asked Dr. Z.

In the moonstones kissed quickly and tucked back beneath armor as if no one would notice. A few warriors stared out into the darkness beyond the walls, eyes narrowed, daring whatever waited out there to come closer… even as their stomachs twisted and their hearts pounded forcefully in their chests. They stood tall. They stood proud. They stood ready. Because none of them would admit the truth aloud. They were not preparing for a normal enemy. They were preparing for Lucien. For the Alpha God of War. And deep down, beneath the armor and the bravado, every single one of them felt it…

Content Warnings!!! Contains mature themes, political violence, blood and vampire content, steamy romance scenes, and complex moral choices suitable for adult readers. "Test it anyway." "Commander." Dorothea's voice carried a tremor Velis had never heard before. She was staring at the blood with the expression of a devotee beholding a religious relic. "The resonance is... I can feel it from here. It's calling to something primal, something that predates conscious thought."