Godslap Comic Book Novels & Stories

one snarls, his boot slamming into my side. I can hear Quinn shouting still, struggling, fighting. “You fucking cowards!” he yells. “It took a group of you to jump one man? Let him go!” Another kick. My vision starts to blur at the edges. “You think you’re something, skating around, taking cock behind closed doors?” “Ryker’s little slut,” one hisses in my ear, dragging me back to my feet only to slam his fist into my stomach again. I double over, spitting blood, and they just laugh.

The weapon gleamed with a sharp aura, revealing itself to be a martial monarch-grade artifact. The clash of blades sent sparks flying as their weapons collided, their edges grinding fiercely. "Your strength is decent, but it's unfortunate you met me. Your fate is sealed!" the man sneered. The blade in his hand glowed with brilliance as inscriptions on its surface shimmered—it was a top-tier artifact. "You're trash," Chase said coldly. With a flick of his wrist, he slapped the man across the face. The sound of the slap reverberated loudly, leaving the black-clad man stunned. He screamed, his face swelling as blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

Skylar charged toward Princess Dorothy and said, "Stop! Otherwise, you'll be responsible for the consequences!" Princess Dorothy did not stop immediately; she slowly turned to Skylar. To her delight and surprise, she saw a weak figure next to Skylar and the disciples. It was Grunt! His limbs were bound, and his face was pale. His golden armor was covered in bloodstains. He was disoriented and weak, unlike the majestic image that he had always had. Princess Dorothy was heartbroken when she saw him like that, and she became angrier. As a special envoy and a renowned commander from the Godly Region, Skylar had tormented Grunt.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

Harvey took a step forward, then swung his palm forward. Slap! The slap wasn’t at all loud or scary… But Blaine, despite using all his might to attack, looked as if he was struck by lightning. His body was sent flying to the back, and he smashed into the ground. Blood gushed out his mouth instantly after. His fierce, murderous expression vanished. Blood flowed right out of every single one of his orifices. A God of War…was taken out with a single slap.

They’re looking for someone to rip apart and take their place. Slam! Darryl flinches. Everything comes to a halt. In a blink, the room goes back to normal. He sees Goldie walk past him and screams. He falls to the floor and lands down on his butt. The other male looks at him in confusion but shrugs it off as he helps Leonardo stand up.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Thank the Goddess for my quick reflexes; I got us into our lane before anyone died. 'Stop these idiots before we die,' Slade growls, talking to me for the first time in weeks. I can feel the anger rise in my gut. A fire starts in the pit of my stomach, slowly boiling my insides until it explodes through my aura, my eyes shifting to black from the rage.

Looking at the state they were in, they will just hinder Mara from accomplishing the plan she has devised for herself. "YOU'VE GONE weaker, Azrael," Greed mocked when their swords met again. He then casted a spell which repelled Azrael, causing him to create a hole on the ground when he fell on his knees. Azrael was about to get back on his feet when Sloth suddenly appeared behind him with a huge smirk. His spear was about to stab him but he redirected it on time and jump away. Greed and Sloth are not giving Azrael a second to breathe. They attack after an attack until they landed a fatal blow. Azrael vomited blood upon recieving a stab from Sloth's spear made with black fire and a slash fro

He did not like how pitied and skinny she looked, she was nothing less than starved mice. “Hey,” a soft voice called out. Nathan Lansfield turned and seranda walked out with Sarah by her side. Shelly, who was running into the lord's arms, almost had her face buried to the ground when he turned, reaching out for his mate. Nathan and the guards all had their laugh suppressed but their faces were enough to know they were laughing out their guts inwardly. “Servant can't you answer the lordess… she calls you” a guard yells at the slave. Shannon and her twin all stood their mouths almost touching their feet.