Gods Of Destruction Novels & Stories

Power of Almighty represented that wherever they went, all the enemies would be swept away and disappeared. On the west coast, the enemies would feel the most terrified when they heard the slogan, “God of War, Power of Almighty.” Some people even rather died and went to hell than seeing the legendary God of War! Now, the God of War had appeared again. Everything would be destroyed! Thomas reached out his hand and said only one word, “Destroy!” A few hundred people moved at the same time. The army arrived, and they were incredible.

Cracks split through his essence, darkness bleeding into the air like ink spilled across the sky. Elior leaped, sword raised high, and drove the blade straight into the heart of Erythos’ unraveling form. The battlefield erupted in blinding light as the final blow was struck. The ruins trembled, the world itself seeming to hold its breath. Erythos, god of destruction, staggered. And then, for the first time, he fell.

And how do I get my generals—who just want to destroy everything—to stay on task? Adro, some evil African deity, wants to bring back child sacrifice. Apophis, Egyptian god of destruction and disorder, wants to start setting off earthquakes like it’s a fun hobby. Nergal, Mesopotamian god of chaos, has this plan where he pulls a number out of a hat, throws a dart at a map, and kills that number of people in that place. And honestly, the way he explains it? Pure chaos. I get it now. They all want to do what they’re gods of. Sure, that tracks. But come on. They’ve been around since the birth of civilization. Have you learned absolutely nothing? Because this shit is killing me.

In a quiet Vip room in starlight The God Of war, God of control, Goddess of destruction, and Goddess of sin were all sitting back having a serious conversation. "This was a stupid idea you know that right? It's time to quit playing mind games and start actually doing something. I'm tired of not being able to use my magic. The Goddess of creation needs to be taught a lesson. Tortured alittle and than locked away forever. I'm done playing games. There needs to be a vote." Kali The Goddess of Destruction had been rambling on and on since they got into the club.

the voice said. The battle raged on, the Divine Being and the Destroyer locked in a struggle that shook the world's foundations. Their powers clashed, unleashing a maelstrom of energy. Wren's breath caught as the two titans exchanged blows, their apocalyptic showdown illuminating the darkened landscape. The ground trembled beneath their feet, the skies ablaze with the fury of their conflict. "With a final, mighty blow, the Divine Being struck the Destroyer, banishing it to the depths of the Bottomless Hole, along with its followers," the voice continued.

The eerie calm felt unnatural, as if a storm lurked just beyond it. I clenched my fists. “But if destiny is already decided, how can you stop it?” I questioned, watching as a flicker of hesitation crossed Kaelvor’s eyes. “I am the God of Destruction,” he said, his voice deep and resolute. “Together, with our combined power, I can stop doomsday.” I wasn’t convinced that marrying him was the right choice. No, I couldn’t marry anyone who wasn’t Zander Blake. I was his, and only his. There had to be another way to combine the power without marrying someone who wasn't my mate, Zander Blake.

However, what she didn't know was that her sins were now too much. I looked at my pack and looked at all the damage a group of people had done. Properties were burning and half of them were razed to the ground already. Lives were at stake, because another half of my guards were ransacking the houses to be sure that people weren't inside. The rogues had basically razed everything to the ground without caring about what others thought or whether people would still be alive afterwards.

Then looked up. And forgot what I was about to say. The man in front of me was tall. Very tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. Black shirt. Sharp jaw. And eyes that were... Grey. Not light enough to look silver. Not dark enough to look black. Somewhere in between. His eyes settled on mine. Calm. Amused. Annoyingly handsome. I blinked. Once. Twice. Get yourself together, Shane. "I'm sorry," I muttered. "You don't have to be."

The cover reads 'Legend of the gods. Curiously, I flipped open the first page while still standing at the top of the ladder and I read. 'long ago, before any being was created on earth, the three powerful gods rule the earth. There was the sun god Helios; creator of light and master of the day. Selene the moon goddess who created the moon. Mistress of the night and Mother of all living creatures in the world. She created the supernatural creatures and also the humans. Then last of all is Khaos, known as the legendary beast. He was the least of all gods and the moon goddess put him in charge of taking care of her children on earth so there would be peace among all. The moon goddess gave him a

Ronan growled. The Archivist’s gaze was unwavering. “The other gods.” A stunned silence fell over the group. The other gods. The ones who had fought against Serelai in the first war. The ones who represented the necessary, destructive forces of the world: storm, famine, drought, winter. “They are not evil,” the Archivist said, as if reading their thoughts. “They are a part of the whole. But they have been imprisoned, starved, for millennia. And now… they are waking up. And they are hungry.”