I Became A God In A Horror Game Novel Novels & Stories

It was this. This was what had been haunting him for the past four years. And as the monster’s eyes opened up, unveiling a pair of radiant crimson orbs, to stare straight into Beau’s very soul, the frozen boy could think one thing: This was no dog.

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

' I hear Nathan's voice in my head and I blink at the wolf in front of me. 'This is far more than a change of features and how can he mindlink with me?' I ask my wolf. 'That's because he is a god.' Ugh! Forget I even asked you anything. I guess a lot of things won't make sense when you have a god as your mate; he defiles all logic in this world. 'Isabella, I'm going to jump on him.' That's not going to happen!

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

The sun turned into the same clock as the one on the supermarket wall. A familiar mechanical female voice rang out. "Countdown to anomaly arrival: three days. Three days from now, this world will be incorporated into a new game instance. Players ranked outside the top 10,000 on the prize leaderboard will be cleared." The impossible just became reality. The other two men stared at each other, terror and despair written all over their faces. They experienced the horror of the game firsthand. And now, everything in front of them was proof that it was all real.

My face went white, and even Apollo shouted in alarm. But it was too late. The instant Chloe, a mortal without a shred of divine power, touched the pillar, she shattered the Abyss seal that had held for a hundred years beneath it. Boom! The ground split open, and a three-headed hound engulfed in hellfire burst from the depths. Its crimson eyes locked onto me, the weakest god present, still slumped on the ground, and it lunged with its jaws wide open. I desperately tried to gather my power to fight back, but my weakened body couldn't summon anything.

Chapter 57: King Kyro Ares I stepped out of the swirling nothingness of my portal into a forested area. The sound of my foot falls was squishy as I walked across the moss covered ground. It’s a reflection of the wet weather conditions here. There was a rainy mist in the air. Pairing that with the humidity it created a steamy, foggy environment. I have never been here before, but it wasn’t hard for me to locate. I am the God of war after all. This place is hidden from the naked eye. Not many supernatural’s can see what is really here, magic, and lots of it. I smile as paranormal beings flee, running to their homes where they feel safe. They are right to run. If I don’t get my way, I’ll burn t

like my brain blue-screened. Then the flood hit. Notifications exploded across my HUD like a slot machine jackpot. [SYSTEM NOTICE: Congrats! The Omniscient Core just dropped you a gift!] [Your ride, Phantom Scooter → Chronorider!] [Effect: Blows through every wall, shield, or weird cosmic lock. If you think it, you're there.] [SYSTEM NOTICE: Hidden title unlocked: The Omnigourmet!] [Effect: Every non-hostile mob auto-spawns with a "Friendly" tag.]

But Death was moving faster now, healing as quickly as I was being torn open. “Arrogant, little shit,” he growled. “You think that because you carry a part of him, you are indestructible?” He drove my head into the floor, and my vision went white, clearing as he leaned close. Blood dripped from his chin, landing on my face, and I closed my eyes for only a moment so it wouldn’t blind me. “I chained a god. That makes me a God,” he whispered. “What are you?” I smiled, showing my blood-covered teeth. “I am your worst nightmare.”

With perfect aim, he spears the vampire god’s burly henchman, Julian, through the heart and pins his withering carcass to a tree as the weakened Horned God flops to the ground. What god is this? Jack queries through the link, then gasps as I do, recognizing the velvety black waves of hair, the glimmering aquamarine eyes, the dominant and imposing alpha compulsion in his booming baritone as he shouts across the space between him and the vampire god. “Get your hands off my mate.” With grim satisfaction, my wolf chides, See? See what happens when you invoke the right god? You get somewhere. God? Ian’s become a god!?