Gods Eater Aragami Novels & Stories

Argo is at a loss as to how to address the man without sounding rude. The man sniffed, he seemed exhausted. "I'm lazy to do this… but I'd better step in… so that all this bullshit can be done quickly….” said the man again, whether Argo should answer it or not. He is confused, and just looked down. “I am Rames, one of the protectors of the werewolves in Asulpen and Buthak…I am a god.” Said the figure, suddenly Argo went limp.. he knelt down with a blank stare at the man who turned out to be a god.

The necklace could have been dragged further away before sinking, if it was ever to. A sharp uncomfortable noice suddenly pierced into his ear and Scott fell down, holding his ears. His brain then started vibrating and he felt and excruciating migraine. He could not stand it anymore. "Arthmata, Arthmata needs you..." a feminine whisper out of nowhere said. It was actually as if the woman or whoever it was was standing right next to him. "Who are you? Leave me alone!" Scott shouted. "Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmataaaaa." the voice had now taken an agonizing tone.

Finally, the new god got up to put food on his plate, Tsuki Miki remaining seated, watching the new god serve him, watching him walk around the table. As the new god, he got up and pulled a black robe away revealing his hard cock swinging around him as he walked across the table, what was silk, and left the loop open. The constant reminder that he was fucked, and Tsuki Miki would be fucked again. Then he was placed at his side at a table, he ate some food, there were countless foods, between grapes and pancakes what he realized was that Kurayami researched human foods and he ate pancakes, coffee, milk, bread, juice, and some delicacies... There was a whole variety...

“The final seal has shattered. The Void walks again.” Scene 2: The Arrival of the God-Eater The clearing around them split. A deep fissure tore through the ground, releasing a foul stench like rotting dreams. Out from the chasm crawled creatures of pure shadow—limbs too long, eyes like hollow pits, mouths filled with smoke and teeth made of silence. Echoes. Iris tightened her grip on the blade. “They’re not real,” Aiden growled. “They are,” the boy corrected. “But they have no soul. Only hunger.”

Beep, beep! Damon heaves a sigh of relief as the screen slowly loads up. Meaning, the other primordial god is on the line. Yeojoon immediately glides his chair closer beside Damon, who was on a stool, and waited to see who the god was so he can get actual answers. If his hunch is right, this is the god's doings since it is in his power to control dreams and manipulate reality after all.

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

"Who could have an appetite looking at this table? That stuff in her basket earlier was even worse—that rotten meat was totally decomposed." "But I don't get it. How does this thing have spirit energy? From what we know, that shouldn't be possible," one of the practitioners asked. Aria ran her fingers across the table where the deity idol was placed, getting dust all over it. "Nothing's impossible about it. As long as this meat was cut from arcane seekers' bodies, it works. "After all, they had been practicing for years. Every arcane discussion conference, there are always some arcane seekers who never make it back, right?"

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