Novel & Cerita Japanese Storm God

A few warriors looked away in shame. Lorcan stepped forward, "Who are you?" "My name is Kharis Traeliorn," the priest placed a hand on his heart and dipped his head. "High Priest of the Emenasari Mountain Temple." "What happened here, Priest?" Lorcan looked at the sword in the elf-priest's hand. "Who attacked you?" Kharis looked slightly confused, "Attacked us? Oh, My king, it is not a long story and you shouldn't worry. Those who live here are not as helpless as we look, we have the light of the Elves within us."

“I hear yours are like ours and there will be five soon enough as well.” “That is true.” Deanna said with a smile. She looked up and saw a taller man walk up to them as he kissed the top of Kit’s head. He looked Deanna over and grinned. “Mitsuhide Akechi, my dear.” He said as he placed out his hand for her to shake. “Mine, Akechi.” Max said as he walked up with a chuckle, “You have your own.” “I do, Anderson.” Mitsuhide said as he grinned down to his wife. “I just figured I would introduce myself to your lovely bride.”

“You’re really dangerous.” Tohya narrowed his eyes, holding his weapons in a way so that he is ready for combat at any given time. “Who did?” he asked dangerously. “Kami.” Yuri exchanged looks with her teammates before turning back towards Yuuki. “Who is this ‘Kami’?” she asked. “What is his real name?” “Kami is Kami,” was Yuuki’s answer. “He has no name. He is God.” Yuri, Tohya and Ren exchanged looks, all silently agreeing on the same thing. Whoever this Kami is, he seriously has a God complex.

He was not going to mark me, at least not yet. “Fucking hell… I adore you, Storm…” He said, and I felt a surge of power coursing through my body. “What is happening?” I muttered. I was satisfied and spent, and now I felt that rush. “That is the royal surge of power… Every single creature in our realm knows our queen has arrived.”

But the idiot was nearly about to ruin me. He stirred finally, groaning like the dramatic idiot he was. I crossed my arms and glared at him from a few feet away. If he tried to jump me again, I'd knock him out properly this time. Storm sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head, his hair a tangled mess. "You hit like a fucking truck," he muttered, wincing. "Good," I said flatly. "You should've let me finish the job so that we can all put this joke behind us," he grumbled, hauling himself to his feet.

I look up as the eyti surround me. I begin fighting them off once again when suddenly dark, stormy clouds fill the sky roaring with thunder as bolts of lightning strike like the sky itself has become enraged. At the same time, I feel the earth shake far more intensely than it did before. I look out towards the battling Gods, and as I do I realise something has gone terribly wrong. Two Gods are missing, and the one they call Jartre is staring down Azadou, his eyes completely blacked out with silver and shining with an intense brightness as his entire body radiates a pulsating white energy. He looks completely out of it as he forms a tight fist and to my absolute horror, he punches the side of

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

That only pisses me off more. “You hear me?” I shout, voice echoing through the clearing. “You don’t get to touch him. You don’t get to control him. You don’t get a damn thing from us.” A flicker so small I almost miss it passes over the goddess’s face. Not emotion. Recognition. Her voice enters my mind without sound. “Storm-half.” I flinch, despite myself. She continues: “You resist. You rage. You protect the hinge.” Ares growls behind me. “DON’T call me that ”

Ryu turned to me, blood streaking his cheek, and his eyes—those deep, wild eyes—met mine. “We end this here, or we’ll be running forever,” he said. I nodded once. We wouldn’t run. We would rise. From above, the thunderclouds broke open, and a sudden downpour began. Rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking the sands of the arena, washing away blood but not the tension. The storm felt almost symbolic—cleansing and chaotic. Ryu’s wolf eyes glinted under the lightning as he stalked forward, every muscle tense. I followed at his side, no longer a victim, no longer a prisoner. I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me.

The priceless diamond ring slipped from Barrett's fingers, bouncing sharply against the cold marble floor. The joyful atmosphere in the cathedral froze instantly. The guests' whispers died out as every eye locked onto the groom, whose face had drained of color. Barrett's gentle façade shattered into a feral, rabid panic. He lunged forward and gripped the guard by the collar, his voice shaking. "What did you just say? Say it again!" "B-boss..." the guard stammered, paralyzed by fear. "A tsunami slammed into the island right after we dropped her off. The water swallowed everything. We couldn't get back in time."