Is Battle Of Gods Canon Novels & Stories

asked Hannabelle. “It is not like Bloody Mary, Hanna that you will look into a mirror and speak three times and she will appear and claw your eyes out. You need to tell me clearly. Because I am not being able to understand,” said Azure with a puzzled expression and Hannabelle sighed. “You remember that in the Wars of the God and devil, there were sides to be chosen and then when the Sons of God were sent down to earth and they lay with the daughters of men? Now do you get the drift?” asked Hannabelle as she raised her brows and a sign of pain flashed on Azure’s expression.

The eight knights of Great Saint gathered together. The battle between the Ten Great War Gods and the Eighth Great Saint Knight reached its climax in an instant. However, even though there was not much difference between the First Paladin and the God War of Thor, the outcome of this battle was still determined in an instant. The Eighth Great Saint Knight was unable to withstand the impact of the Ten Great War Gods at all.

And now, all of us—every alpha, coven leader, head of the supernatural factions, plus the major deities themselves—are in a war council. On Olympus. Yeah, I probably should’ve led with that. We’re literally on fucking Olympus. And it’s stacked: Selene, Hecate, Thor (ugh), Zeus, Odin, Vishnu, Indra, Ra—you name the god, they’re probably sipping celestial espresso three feet from me. It's both awe-inspiring and deeply suffocating. Nathan, of course, is not handling it well. I can feel his grief and panic boiling just under the surface. He keeps jumping in, cutting people off, demanding answers.

Their Alpha’s had kept this particular aspect tight-lipped, the revelation was shocking to say the least. “There’s no time to get into the logistics.” River continued. “The most you need to know at this point is that the Battle of the Alpha’s is over, my brothers forfeited their right to compete before completing the bond with Brielle and I shall shortly be doing the same.” “At least we hope.” Kane grumbled. The warriors eyes zoned in on the two standing either side of River. The flesh of their neck exposed to each of them, wearing their mate’s mark with nothing but pride.

Still not a fan though. As I stand there, contemplating my change and fiddling with my hair, the scene before me changes again. I see that same battlefield from before, but it’s completely different. I see fissures spreading across the field, the Earth itself moving like waves on the ocean, rising up and down at different levels as tears through the very fabric of existence appear around a familiar white-haired figure. His eyes are engulfed in glowing silver, not a speck of humanity to be seen as he radiates white, hot energy like a radioactive bomb. The Gods around him try to bring him to heel to no avail as Azadou hits him with a thunderous bolt of purple lightning, only for the scene to d

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

In the moonstones kissed quickly and tucked back beneath armor as if no one would notice. A few warriors stared out into the darkness beyond the walls, eyes narrowed, daring whatever waited out there to come closer… even as their stomachs twisted and their hearts pounded forcefully in their chests. They stood tall. They stood proud. They stood ready. Because none of them would admit the truth aloud. They were not preparing for a normal enemy. They were preparing for Lucien. For the Alpha God of War. And deep down, beneath the armor and the bravado, every single one of them felt it…

The well where they can watch the battle was surrounded by Moria, goddess Alyah, Ni Faesta, and goddess Ferepia. They watched as two energies clashed harshly in the battle ground. The situation of Harlequin and the officials were reversed now, the hero was the only one moving, and all the other officials offered their mahò to the king. It was enough power to withstand the generated black mahò. But it was never enough to defeat it. “Can we really not severe the connection of the chain from the gate?” Goddess Alyah asked once again to Ni Faesta. The second in command in the high order, goddess of festivity, Faesta shook her head.

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

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