Gods 9 の小説・ストーリー

In the great hall of Heaven, the King of the Gods and the Queen of the Gods sat neatly in the center, the other gods bowed their heads on either side. The first one to the left is Satiro, the God of the Woods, with a gray beard, head bowed. The second person is the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos with tightly furrowed eyebrows, constantly stroking his long beard, silently chanting something inaudible. The last person standing is the God of Metal Dragón de Hierro, holding a long sword, and a fierce appearance.

Even God has righted this! ~~~ THE END~~~

I was different, if it existed I could conjure it up. I think that's why I was able to fall in love with Luther. Gods could only be with there own kind. There was some rules though. Neutral god that weren't good nor evil could be with whoever they wanted but a god like The god of light could only be with light or neutral gods. A God like The God of War could only be with evil or Neutral gods. It was about balance.

Oh Harp you need to keep him ;)’ Harper: ’100%, he’s the sweetest guy as well.’ Latisha: ‘Now I’m blushing for you. Are you still there?’ Harper: ‘Yeah he won’t let me go home yet.’ Latisha: ‘God get me one of them! Lol! Go have fun. I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Love you’ Harper: ‘Love you x’

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.

Garrick found this line utterly impossible, what was so special about Astral that gods came to dwell here, it was nothing but cold brutality and hungry people roaming everywhere. "Yes...a god who can turn anyone or anything into a god.." Meara facial expression finally cracked, a god that could create a god, weren't they doomed then, who in the untied universe can defeat a god. "Now I want you to keep your eyes peeled, the power and aura of a god is different from normal mortals, so you'd be able to sense it..and directly report back to me..." "Also make sure..you're not anywhere alone, always have a partner..understood.."

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

They call them guardians. He was tall, brown hair and eyes and well built. "There are 12 month-tribes blessed by the moon, who can tell me a few months and their affinities?" This was common knowledge, anyone could intuitively guess this. Everyone except for Larry, that sluggish moron seated at the back corner, he couldn't recite the alphabets correctly if his life depended on it. Maybe, she hyperbolized that a little bit but truly he was just a stupid big dumb oak.