Gods Of Soccer Novels & Stories

"No. You have just ascended. You do not understand!" "A fan in form, a sword in essence. It devours gods and severs the cycle of reincarnation. For millennia, there has only been one such peerless, malevolent weapon." "But... but was it not personally destroyed by the Celestial Lord in the Nine Hells?!"

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

On the fighting stage, Feng Jiutian gazed at Xiao Chen and said indifferently, "Mortal, have you seen clearly what a god is? Those socalled great skills of yours are unbeatable in the face of a god!" The cold wind swept through the square, blowing everyone's clothes hunting, at this moment, everyone stopped talking, everyone was silent. God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings ......

What is she saying. “Gods don’t get mates, human.. We choose our partners.” Destiny responds, her eyes on the god seated close to her. The human stands on her feet as she begins to count, ignoring Destiny. “Who am I going to choose… oh yeah, you!” She then points to a god, the one who invited everyone here. A smile is plastered on the human's face.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

“I know enough,” Elior replied calmly. “Because the God who created heaven and earth knows you. And He sent me.” The fire between them crackled, sparks rising into the night. “There are many who call themselves gods,” Elior said, his voice steady and firm. “But they are nothing more than shadows and idols. False gods and powers that only borrow and imitate what they did not create. Only one God formed the heavens, the earth, and every living thing within them.”

They gave the city a really nice glow. "There were three gods" He started, "Hapoda, god of witches, she was the only female. Valarus, god of vampires, and Eridal, the god of werewolves. To create neutrality of power among the three god, there was Alocaus, god of the three gods. You understand what I'm saying right?" He turned to look at me. I nodded a yes even though I didn't understand a thing. Even if you explain this a hundred times, I don't think I'll understand so let's just move on to the important part. "Do you remember anything now?" He looked at me with suspicious eyes.

Don Santiago's corners of lips twitched, “thank you, Bass, I am sorry, for all the things I said to you…” Butler Bass interjected, “this isn't the time to settle our differences, how do we kill these things?” he said, nodding towards the ten gods standing in uniformity in midair. “No, idea” Butler Bass answered sincerely. The ten gods make their moves, their hands moved, and a huge rock condescended on the ground. The huge rock rose, in mid-air. Don Santiago's face changed drastically, “Earth protection” Bits of rocks wrapped around his body, he clenched his fists, and it crackled.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone