How To Become A Demi-god Novels & Stories

Lie Sha couldn't hear the conversation between the Dragon Spirit Sword and Zephyr Khan, so he didn't know for the time being that it was the broken body of a Demigod. Although Demigods were not actual Deities, they did contain a trace of Divine Power. They were gods born in the Divine Martial World. After all! Even in the Divine Martial World, not everyone could become a powerful Deity just because they were born! In the Divine Martial World, there were also weak warriors, such as the Alchemy and the Insight... "Of course." In the Divine Martial World, after all, gods were the main force, so they were born with incredible talent and directly reached the Spirit.

Trying to obtain the information, she’s giving. “You see, only specific creatures could have this magic. Mostly, deities only have this. However, when Diyan Masalanta, the Goddess of Love made some deities fall in love with mortals. Some said that she’s bored, but no one confirmed that theory.” She stopped again. “So, the offspring of a god or goddess to a mortal would be a demigod. These demigods have the ability to obtain half of his/her god or goddess parent.” She continued explaining. Okay, that’s cool and amazing.

“Back when I had my powers, I only needed to look at a seed, and it would grow.” “All right,” I said with a nod. “But don’t you have worshippers to supply you with magic?” Demeter raised her hand. “I know what you’re getting at, but gathering acolytes and having them fawn over me won’t work.” “Why not?” “Not all gods retained their ability to absorb magic in that fashion.” She shook her head, letting the gray strands fall loose from her scraggly bun. “Only an infusion from another god.” “How about Fenrir?” asked Griff from where he stood by the tree.

he asked her. "I am not using anyone as stepping stone. I am making them demigods" she rectified angrily. "So tell me what demigods are, to gods. Aren't they some servants?" he scoffed. "Thanks so much, I don't want to be a demigod, I want to be a god, like you. Tell me your secrets" he let out honestly.

"You vile demon, you have no shame!" "I have been with my husband for centuries and have never once heard of another wife!" Yes. How could these latecomers possibly know? On that wedding day, the gods and celestials who witnessed Jun Che's betrayal had long since been silenced, either by death or by decree. Jun Che had gone to great lengths to ensure the three realms would worship him as the peerless hero who suppressed the demonic realm. How could he ever allow anyone to know he was a petty villain who rose to power through deceit and the murder of his wife?

He must be a chimera. In another stage mages were showing their wonders. The were producing harmless but mesmerising explosions of fire and ice, and who knows what. In other stages punishers and demi-gods were showing their skills. A single punisher could conjure a single items/weapons they were attuned to, which do have certain magical property. Where as demi-gods were attuned to demi-ring that could turn into weapons with certain abilities.

I asked Drake, knowing that with an ability like that there had to be something else to it. “There is a catch, unfortunately. You are right. Demi couldn’t do something like that unless the gods ordered it. Not just any god either. The order would have to come from Zeus himself. Well… I’m sure she could but she would lose her abilities and maybe her life for doing something like that without an order.” “Well then why the fuck would you think I would agree to something like that then?” I walked away even more pissed off now. He’s a damn fool if he thinks I would accept that kind of help from Demi if it meant she would even have to sacrifice one pretty little hair on her head.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

“It looks like the opposite to me.” He had no idea what a Dema was, but regardless of everything, he still saw no reason why anyone should be murdered this way. Nimah’s eyes were closed. She was knocked out before being brought here. To the very place, their kind met with the great one, who bestowed upon them the powers. According to Damon’s Father, the founder of the Dema kind had saved a supernatural being that was one day in distress and so much pain, and in return, the being of beyond asked that he ask for anything. Gamba requested that he be powerful, unique, and untouchable, and it was so.

He wanted to know what he was supposed to do once he had the blood in his streams. "Is it not obvious?" Malden asked. "Once you have the blood of the demigods in your streams, you become like them. You get powerful and your energy matches them. And you are capable of commanding them, even in their deepest sleep..." Deagan listened keenly. And he now understood why Jason looked for him. In the history of demigods, only their offspring, someone with their blood was allowed to command them! "So, that naturally means that if I get to the valley, I can awaken them?" Deagan asked.