Godlike Naruto Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Nara! This is not…” “She is, Henry! She is our sister! I don’t care if she is a half-sister! That doesn’t change anything!” Nara snapped at her brother, her face hard and serious as she stood in front of the other girl like a defensive shield, ready to take anything instead of what she just claimed to be their half-sister, whose other half was a Goddess, looking over his shoulder, he was met with teary pure eyes, ones that reminded him of a pair he once saw in a dark corridor, also weak and pure and vulnerable.

He wore all white and furious face, a humanoid tiger. Yet another God stood beside him! Two fangs that are meant to bite and tongue that can sting! A Humanoid Snake! This God wore a green armament with two jade-like daggers on his sides. And he is sitting at the end of the throne! 9th throne! "Butt! You showed up! You really showed up! Haha! I can kill you now! But...." He stood at the surface of the screen while looking at Butt. Then a sudden changed happened.

I have friends," Arya sai "None I can see," said the one without a nose. He was squat and thick, with huge hands. Black hair covered his arms and legs and chest, even his back. He reminded Arya of a drawing she had once seen in a book, of an ape from the Summer Isles. The hole in his face made it hard to look at him for lon The bald one opened his mouth and hissed like some immense white lizard. When Arya flinched back, startled, he opened his mouth wide and waggled his tongue at her, only it was more a stump than a tongue. "Stop that," she blurte

Chapter 57: King Kyro Ares I stepped out of the swirling nothingness of my portal into a forested area. The sound of my foot falls was squishy as I walked across the moss covered ground. It’s a reflection of the wet weather conditions here. There was a rainy mist in the air. Pairing that with the humidity it created a steamy, foggy environment. I have never been here before, but it wasn’t hard for me to locate. I am the God of war after all. This place is hidden from the naked eye. Not many supernatural’s can see what is really here, magic, and lots of it. I smile as paranormal beings flee, running to their homes where they feel safe. They are right to run. If I don’t get my way, I’ll burn t

"Noope." "You're a god you should know." "I was a god, technically I'm just a lord of one of the hells." "You make it sound as though you're nothing." "Maybe that's just what I want others to believe." "I know that's the case, and I know you recognize what that was." "Hmmm... Maybe he had some chocolate and was like 'Oh hey I think I'll stash it in my collar.' and then it melted during one of his fights and is now trailing down his body."

My grip loosened from Akira and I fell to the ground, and fell unconscious. TBC.... Holy Shit !! Guys who can guess what Niran is up to?? I love y'all 😍

Isekai Henjiro; has no gift but only good at Ninjitsu technique , a technique that combined ninja moves and jui jitsu together, he is calm and collected and not that decisive and his name was gotten since his dad wants to use him to remember that he transmigrated to this world. Thanatos; a death god that wanted to witness what it feels like being a human, he strike a deal with Zhang fei fei which was not going that well, his powers contain summoning a scythe he called Grimy which can be used to kill almost everything and the scythe can come in wooden handle or a chain handle, he also can summon any kind of weapon though they won't have the ability of killing almost everything. Thanatos also

’’- mouthed by a person from a distant place. ‘’Maybe, it will be fun if I return to my role as the sky god. ----- Naran- or yet another being alike to the godly Near, beamed, and fell on ground. But he looks happy to what just happened. ‘’Get him! While he is unconscious!’’ ----- ‘’Today hereby, is the reclamation of the beast kingdom! This land will be the new Zuotia, under the name of our Lord, Aliyon!’’

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

And then she reached out, Her fingers brushed the edge, The air rippled like silk in water, Everyone froze, And Liora’s mind split open. She stood in a world of ash and silver flame, An ancient battlefield, Seven thrones stood around her, each bleeding light, And in the center the eighth, The Hollow Throne, She saw herself again Nimara, eyes like void-stars, flame leaking from her spine, stepping into war alone. And behind her, Kael Not as he had been, But as he once was. Before the hunger, Before the gods, When he had stood with her. And whispered: “One day, you’ll forget me But I will burn my way back into you.”