Gods Of Combat Novels & Stories

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…

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

I nodded and moved away as Ryder and Ares faced off. **Ryder** The fucker wiped at the corner of his mouth. I was ready to end him. He knew I could. I could smell his fear. I had forgotten one thing though. Ares is the God of war, and he commands an army. He raised his palms at his sides. The ground shook as an army that was blessed by the gods started to fall from the sky. “Let’s see how you hold up against the soldiers of Olympus, kid.” Ares spoke.

He unexpectedly found that the screen in front of him had turned light red, and the countless pornographic images had been replaced by a fierce battle. The warriors with divine spears in their hands were fighting against the demons on the ground. The Gods, in gold armor, with infinite power, were controlling lightning and thunder to fight in the sky. There were many mysterious dead beings, strange ancient divine beasts and ominous beasts on the screen scroll. Limbs were flying, bones were piled up like hills, blood had flowed like a river, and the floating corpses trailed for a thousand miles. The sky was torn apart with cracks, and the ground had collapsed with a large amount of magma burst

might be a more fitting term—a War God. Some of these contestants had experience fighting some so-called War Gods, but compared to what Frederick had just displayed, those "gods" failed to live up to their name. “There’s no point in continuing! I’m not sticking around to die for nothing!” “I’m quitting!” “I admit defeat!” The remaining contestants all withdrew from the competition. Faced with such an overwhelming power gap, why bother fighting when there wasn’t even an opportunity to try and steal a win? Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Without a word, his thumb pressed the lighter's ignition once again. Click. A small flame appeared, pale blue, calm... Yet deadly. In one smooth motion, Arka tossed it into the pool of gasoline. "Move!" He immediately spun around, pulled Calista into his arms, and dashed toward the opposite side. Black Garuda and Steel Fang moved at the same time without needing any orders, following a rhythm that had long been carved into their combat instincts. A split second later... "Pfft—BAAAM!"

"Our orders are only to eliminate the God of War. But information has been tightly sealed. We still don't know who this God of War actually is." "Until we identify our target... no one makes a move." One of the heavily built Caucasian mercenaries scoffed. "It's just one God of War. Why send all of us? Chris and George alone could handle him." Jordan frowned. "Never underestimate your enemy. If headquarters deployed every one of us... then it means this God of War is far more dangerous than you think." His expression remained grave. Ordinarily, just a handful of these mercenaries could wipe out an entire criminal organization overseas.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

I only hope not to abuse his need for me anytime soon until I can think of something. Compared to what I’ve heard about Keres, his *Darkinral* pack has strong fighters and he’s no exception. He’s known to be a great fighter hence his title as the god of war among neighboring packs and abroad. He goes to war once in three months like a routine. I’ve always found it strange that my pack was never attacked and I thought he probably didn’t want to make an enemy of us. Once, we tried reaching out for alliance but we were rejected. No one ever sees him except on the battlefield. Rumor has it how big and mighty his wolf is but now I refuse to believe all of that.

Meanwhile, in another part of the resting place, Bill, the most powerful God of War the Ans De Lou Kingdom ever had, was seen sitting in the garden with his trusted henchman, Andrew. "Uh, I don't think I've been this happy in three years," Andrew said. "Why?" Bill asked who was currently enjoying the night air while zipping up his jacket. "Winning." Bill immediately turned to his smiling subordinate, "Jody Gardner has also won a few wars with you, right?" Andrew Reece nodded his head, "You are right, General. But, the victories that General Gardner has won have been in a very different way to yours." Bill sighed. "Still, it was a victory won the hard way, Reece."