Godslap Comic Book Novels & Stories

, " Whoever died cause of his brutality is none of your business; what you should be caring about is your survival and how to get away; they're dead, and so be it." Elora scoffed, she bit her lower lips shaking her head, "So their death means nothing? ", " Yeah, they're slaves and you three are just acquaintances so no big deal", " I'm not supposed to be surprised, but how could you say that", she rubbed her forehead with her fingers closing her eyes so tight, " they might be just my acquaintances, but I can't brush off their hospitality and kindness, that acquaintance cared for me, worried about me, helped me, sympathize with me, she laughed and smiled with me and then the next minute she's

I told myself. 'Hmm... Adrianne.' He said to his self. I hated how smooth my name rolled off his tongue. His voice reminded me of oil. Dangerous and slick. I let him get closer, then punched him square in the face. I doubt it hurt him but it stunned him for a few seconds and few seconds were all I needed. My knuckles burned but I ran as fast as my two legs would take me. Why didn't movies say how much a blow hurt?! I was few steps from the door, from my freedom, from my trauma, from him! when a slap sent me flying into the nearby wall. Pain travelled up my spine, the air was knocked out of my lungs."

He looked at me that stupid sexy puzzled look again. “Take it.” He had a few fifty pound notes in his hand. “Erm no.” I crossed my arms. I was livid and my stomach fell. “But you’ve been in here with me for ages.” “I’m sorry when did I become a fucking prostitute?!” I nearly screamed. I turned around and picked up my bra and threw it on. “Harper it’s not like that,” he came to touch my face and I slapped it away.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

"Don't be afraid now, Mag. Your grandfather is handling other matters, but I'm here to stand up for you." The sight of my grandmother made Don's face turn pale. "Mom… W-What are you doing here?" Before Don could say more, my grandmother tilted her head slightly. Her bodyguard, James Gibson, stepped forward, and he slapped Don so hard that he fell to the ground. "If I hadn't come, I'd never have proof of you siding with outsiders to bully my granddaughter," she said sharply. Hearing my grandmother's unapologetic defense of me, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

A cathedral of pain masquerading as discipline. And at its heart, a table. Not for feast. Not for audience. But set with a single silver parchment. A contract. Velis stood beside it, silent and still, like a shadow made flesh. No armor now—no crown, no mask. Just tailored black, the shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a chest carved with centuries of war and pleasure both. He looked like a relic. A sin turned saint. A god that never forgot how to bleed. His eyes, twin embers of restrained hunger, flicked to Caelum’s awakening form. And then—he smiled.

"Is this the Dr. Aster of Liberty Hospital of Country S?" "Yes, he is. Do you know him? Dr. Lisbon?" Clive looked at the man in front of him and smiled. "Of course Director Klatt, Dr. Louie Lisbon and I are classmates." Clive turned to Louie, "Hey Buddy! How have you been? It is a long time-no-see!" They shook their hands with a special hand shake. Clive whispered to Louie, "Is this alright with you, Buddy?" "Of course Buddy! I'll tour you around later. No one here is more qualified than you. Am I right Director Klatt?" Louie asked Celeste sarcastically.

'I thank you with all of my heart for your gift. Five minutes later, I received a selfie showing both of my slaves with their heads together, smiling. Both of their faces were covered in girl cum. 'You're welcome. We miss you,' it said. I showed it to Zoe, then set an alarm. "I'm glad you're here with me tonight," I whispered, snuggling against her with my hand over her swelling belly. "I miss my slaves." "I'm sure you do," Zoe whispered back, pushing her buttocks against my limp prick. "I'm glad I'm here, too."

She slammed her staff into the solid stone floor, screaming through gritted teeth as she forced the kinetic pressure back, carving out a ten-foot bubble of survivable gravity around us. "I can't... I can't hold this long, Jace!" Elara cried out, her arms trembling violently as the polished iron of her staff began to literally bow under the invisible weight. "You don't have to hold it long," Cord said, his voice dropping into a terrifying, primal register. The old master stepped out of the gravity bubble. I watched, horrified, as Cord walked directly into the crushing zone. The sheer pressure instantly tore the heavy leather apron from his shoulders, flattening it against the floor like a cru

“Oh my god, Serena. You got this tan and you’re still wearing moon-white? Don’t you think this looks ridiculous?” She laughed so hard she nearly bent over. “What kind of priestess are you now? Since when does a Moon Goddess priestess look like she just crawled out of a mine?” Her eyes swept over me. “Honestly, you look more like a little black puppy. One that rolled around in mud first.” The boys burst into laughter. And Rowan smiled too. Only slightly, but he still smiled. Humiliation hit so fast my vision blurred. While they were still laughing, I grabbed the pitcher of bloodberry juice from the table and threw it straight at Felicity.