Gods Of Combat Novels & Stories

The staff member looked at the monitor and said with horror in his widened eyes. “What do you mean?” Hooked-nosed Chucks turned around with icy eyes. He was a typical Westerner with a tall and terrifying appearance. The staff member hurriedly replied, “Commander Chucks, it’s not two gods. According to the monitoring data, there are at least four gods!” Hiss! The entire electronic warfare room went completely quiet! What? Four gods fighting?! How could that be? Simply ridiculous! The last battle between the gods involved three of them, and it had destroyed a city. Until now, it was still taboo!

What the gods conceal, I see. His body flashed brighter—his voice deeper, stronger. "Pain was my birthplace. Created out of love. Fire was used as a test. I am both the shadow and the flame. And now— He turned his eyes to the heavens, and the stars appeared to answer. “I declare war.” The clearing trembled. From above came a strong voice. Louder than thunder. Older than anything we have previously encountered. "Now is the time for the real battle... against the gods themselves."

The Dark God’s response silenced all the ancient gods who heard it; although the Goddess of Charm is undeniably powerful, in terms of seniority and strength, the Dark God ranks among the mightiest. There are also the God of War, the God of Spears, and the Wind God, who stand on equal footing with him, but they rarely make an appearance, feeling no need to show themselves in the realm of the gods unless absolutely necessary. Unlike the Dark God, who was considered free and unrestrained, he preferred to do whatever he wanted rather than be trapped by the ancient customs of the ancient gods themselves.

Flaming Qilin said, "What are the Western gods in charge of? Is there any other god besides the God of War Ares?" A proud look appeared on Thomas' face, and he said, "Three gods have awakened in the West now. They are the God of War, Ares, the God of the Ocean, Poseidon, and the God of the Sun, Apollo." "How many gods do you have?" Flaming Qilin asked. "We have a total of twelve gods," Thomas said. "How high is their cultivation?" Yan Wushuang asked. Thomas placed his hands below his left and right shoulders, and said devoutly, "Gods are undefeatable. They are the rulers of this world. They cannot be measured by cultivation levels."

They can create miracles bestow the blessing on the human they meet, the beasts they pet, and the land they are treading upon. Like humans, gods also have their differences, likes, and dislikes. They have anger, hatred, and the differences in nature such as good and evil. The war in the age of gods was fought not for the greed of the king nor the betterment of the country, but only to serve the whim and selfishness of gods.

he asked. "No, let's fight together, honey," Cia said with a cynical grin. "It's time for those fawning gods to die." Cia turned her head and looked into Zeno's eyes which looked very sexy. Then, with a sweet smile, she took Zeno's hand to move forward—into the field of battle. Even though the gods numbered only 25, their power was 1:20. It had to be watched out for and others could not take this lightly. Some of the gods are angels who are not bound by the sky.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing. Hel raises clawed hands and fires a swirling black mist toward us. Too many attacks. No escape. Even if we dodge, those gases will fill the air. Just as we’re about to launch ourselves forward—likely to our deaths—Micah roars. Both hands shoot out in front of him, palms flat. A gale-force wind explodes from his body, forming a wall between us and the gods’ attacks. It halts everything. It holds. “How the fuck are you doing that?” Kai shouts.

😉😮 BRIDE OF THE SEVEN GODS 😮😉 Written by TOM 👰 She's the legendary master wife 👰 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?