I Became A God In A Horror Game Novel Novelas e Histórias

Hades tells me as he gently pushes my shoulder, and I feel my body spiralling through the void. My eyes flutter open, and the sound of gunshots startle me. The battle is still ongoing, and a group of hunters approach me, where Sarah lays unconscious, and Max’s lifeless body lays; his blood staining the snow. I summon my fire; these creatures are responsible for the pain I feel. They’re the reason my heart has ceased to exist. Before I can fire at them, a thunderous bang and flash of lightning shakes the ground. Every person standing hits the floor, unable to keep their balance. The flash of light fades, and standing in the grounds of the New Moon pack, looking regal but dangerous, are the Go

"Terrifying, I've left the harem group and ascended to godhood, and yet they're still pulling me back in!" Once I regained my composure, I resumed my studying. When I reached a particularly challenging topic, there was a knock on my door; it had to be Quentin Bennett.

Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise. Even now, as he casually leaned against the vending machine, pretending to be just another pretty intern with slightly mystical hair, his thoughts were spiraling delightfully into mythical gossip and dangerous curiosity. The story, according to Shu—and a few gossipy thunder spirits—went like this: Nexus, the land god before his sudden disappearance, had tamed something that should not have been tamed. A primal, ancient beast. One of the original calamity spirits. A Fenrisúlfr.

Creatures hiding in the deepest corners of the earth crawled back into their caves, trembling like animals that sensed a greater predator had entered their territory. Fear was a language every living thing understood. Even gods were not exempt from it. Inside the Bell Tower, nobody spoke for several seconds. They had reached a point where every new truth destroyed the one that came before it. First, the vampires were the enemy. Then the Blood God was the enemy. After that, they learned the Blood God was the prison. The Void Emperor became the threat beyond the seal. And now there was another existence standing behind him. Serah finally broke the silence.

“The Moonblood stirs. The Queen is near. And the Vampire Alaric returns.” He raised the book. “Lucifer will rise. And the world shall burn anew.”

And it read: “Chapter 97: Where Liora Dies.” She dropped it, breath caught in her chest, The creature noticed her, Turned, And grinned. “You found your heart,” it said. “Let’s see what it costs you.” It raised its hands, And summoned the first god Liora ever denied. The sky cracked, And from it descended a shape made of betrayal. Kael, Crowned, Burning, Unforgiving.

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

Even after a year, it was still a nightmare, entangled in the hearts of many disciples, lingering, and after going to sleep late at night, even a glimpse of the wind could also wake them up, for they feared that Xiao Chen escaped to take revenge and destroy their sects. However, at the moment, this Killer God had appeared, and there was no reason for them to not be flustered. They all threw their armors and helmets and fled to a distance away. Both Qi Heng and Dead Wood were a little surprised. They had forgotten that the other party still had a powerful General of Soul.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”