Gods Last Wish Novels & Stories

I said coldly, “let’s get to the main topic. Yesterday, this assassin was hired to follow me—and potentially kill me. Since you’re here, I want the name of the person who hired her. And why.” James swallowed. “We… cannot disclose the identity of clients of Last Wish.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then it seems I wasted my time waiting for you.” I stood up and turned to leave. “Wait!” James suddenly shouted. “I have a proposition!” I stopped. “Speak.” James hurriedly explained, “Due to our security protocols, we cannot reveal client identities. However, if you become a core member of Last Wish, you will gain full access to all mission records and client details.”

He screamed. As far as I remember ------ "There will be three rounds. Qualifying, semi-finals, and finals. The one who wins the finals will have the advantage of asking for any wish that will be granted by the Mesro forest god" ------ This is what he said. "Any wish you said" Ril glared at him. "STOP GLARING AT ME" He screamed. "SO, does the forest god go back on his words?" Oh, manipulation now? The forest god's anger is being shown all around since the roots are going into a rampage.

I knew in a few seconds, I was going to die. Instead, I whispered one last wish to God… If I ever return to this cruel world, let it be in the same family… so I can destroy them the way they destroyed me.

] [Each player may now make one final wish to the Boss. [Only the player who makes the correct wish will survive.] [All others will be erased.] [Hint: The final wish is no longer limited to choosing a way to die. Players may wish for anything.] Luther stood before us in silence, motionless as ever. The other two remaining players exchanged glances. Finally, the tall guy stepped forward. They had stayed up all night discussing it. Their theory was simple: If the correct wish was tied to the Boss’s life, then it shouldn’t be a selfish one. It should be something that pleased him… Something that gave him peace.

"Hold on and listen to me. I know you have a wish, but I will never grant someone's wishes casually here unless that person has made a significant contribution to the universe and its dimensional axis, one that can influence the very fabric of spacetime. At that point, depending on the wish points, I can fulfill one to three wishes for you. Typically, one major battle might earn you two to three wish points, and you need to accumulate a thousand wish points to have one wish granted. Furthermore, each servant has only three chances to make a wish in their lifetime. Once those three chances are used, no matter how many wish points are accumulated, no further wishes can be granted. Got it? Apar

His disappearance is the only way to restore the peace in Ehtrehto Edis. Yquino's death is the main goal of the Guardians of Lights. He will only die, temporarily, if my father, King Hydrae, dies. And this means killing my father on my hand. I accepted this fact since the day I learned about my fate as one of the guardians of lights. Inside me, I know I contributed a lot for today's war to begin. Hunter's comeback is the realization of all of these. My father conspired with Ruth to kill him. But Ruth couldn't do it to him so she just cast a spell on him sending him into the human world. When she was betrayed by my father and Queen Khan Awae, she used her power and uttered a ritual that would

Even though Arnold can't beat me. 'Arnold? So, you—' The woman laughed. The woman's eyes bulged, looking pleased with the change in Raymond's expression. 'Precisely. I killed him. Do you know what his last wish was?' 'I don't want to hear,' Raymond approached the woman, preparing to fire the bullet back at the woman. 'Don't touch Raymond Cooper,' the woman laughed again. 'But you innocently took your own death! I feel sorry for Arnold. His struggle was in vain—'

The day I find out my wife, Astrid Miller, has cheated on me while pregnant with my child, I begin to suffer from depression. The 99th time I take the pill, hoping to end my life, my baby daughter, Naomi Sage, wails in her stroller. My buddy, Ethan Wilde, digs the pill out from my throat. When Astrid sends me to the ER, she makes me a promise out of sheer guilt. "Charlie, I want you to write down a wish for every single day you remain alive. When you finally get better, I'll grant all your wishes." The day I write down my 1000th wish, the psychiatric hospital releases me. Elated, I go home early to surprise my family, only to find my wedding photo has been replaced with a wall of unfamil