Godzilla Vs Rodan Novels & Stories

Deja vu. Xenia knew it was him. Rodin. He moved to stand in front of Xenia while the brown werewolf stood on shaking legs. Then, without waiting another second, Rodin lunged for the brown werewolf, missing it by a hair as it dodged out of the way. Rodin could easily kill the little werewolf, but it had been a while since his last hunt, and this was actually exciting. Xenia watched from afar momentarily before looking toward her escape. She managed to get to her feet and slowly made her way until, yet again, it became blocked by two werewolves.

Apparently, the other three people were killed by the zombies. "Now where can you run!" Gongye Zi thundered and attacked in a flash. Xiao Chen ran all his energy and cast out the Cyan Dragon Roar. Suddenly, the dragon roar shook the sky, spreading five kilometers away. "Pow!" The two palm strength met as their bodies shook. They both took several steps back. Gongye Zi had dealt with many zombies before, so he now seemed to be insufficient of True Energy. That was the reason why Xiao Chen could evenly trade the blow with him.

The man was Yohan's personal valet, and Yohan thought most highly of him. To think that someone dared to kill Yohan's servant, and one who had seen Yohan's face on top of that… Numan and Rodan smirked nonetheless—this was going to be fun. "Draconia, huh? I heard they have those… martial artists?" Numan, who had a skull tattoo, mused. "Hmph. They're nothing in the face of Master Bozad's godforce." Rodan sneered through his beard. Numan smiled savagely too. "You're right. They're asking for it by messing with Master Bozad."

I had to laugh as I took a sip of my wine. “How’s your work anyway?” “Boring. Had to go in for a meeting yesterday and all sorts,” he took a sip of his drink and peeked out again for our waitress. “With who? The big man himself?” He looked back at me and laughed. “Nah just his minions.” “Hi can I take your order?” I looked up and had to stop myself from cracking up. We now had a waiter, a completely different person then before. “Yeah thanks can we have two roasts please and another vodka. Milaya you want another drink?” I shook my head, we had literally just ordered the first.

It wasn't a plasma cannon, and it wasn't a laser. Dropping from the belly of the city was a colossal, solid tungsten-carbide kinetic rod. It was the size of a skyscraper, easily a mile long and hundreds of feet thick. It had no explosive payload. It didn't need one. "A kinetic bombardment rod," my father whispered in absolute horror, staring at the monitor. "They call them Rods from God. If that thing hits the Ark, the sheer kinetic mass will crack our city in half and drive us straight back into the crust of the Earth."

“And don’t test me, Ryder. I’ll turn into a rat and chew my way out of this basket.” “Still not letting you go, sweetheart,” he teased in that infuriating baby voice. “Also, you’re in a metal crate now.” Wait. What?! He didn’t. He did. “Ryder, I swear you’ll regret this!” I shouted through the mindlink. “Too late!” Ryder sang. “Oh, hey buddy! Hold this female Godzilla for me, will you? And don’t let her escape—or I’ll have your head instead.” Wait—who was he talking to?